Mad Love

by Bill Yarrow

                                                                   “There's blood on your cheek, Galatea”
                                                                                    —Dr. Gogol in Mad Love

The time they drove through Delaware
lis­ten­ing to Poogy, plan­ning the future

and she sat up like a Cha­gall bride, told
him she was afraid. “Of what?” he asked

Of an icy life,” she said. No fear of that,
he assured her, and she believed him, madly