Hear this poem read by its author, Nyla Matuk: [audio:issuetwo/nyla.mp3] Sunday Afternoon Croquet Trinity Bellwoods Park I feel like a mad Roman emperor with a history of failures at miniature golf. I’ll play at being truly imperious, a Pimm’s-sipping sundowner in a striped sweater with the entitlement to be that individual, who can dismiss Torremolinos…