Monday, August 28, 2006


Tomorrow the turkey is good. Some sibling
spat, spoken in long time (l o n g t i m e)
comes to me today, this evening, after tea,
but before tomorrow. Tomorrow is good.

What have I done these past few days?
We attend a series of movies and then
reflect how each character is ourselves. Our
own characters are not that flat, but we say to ourselves
“I want to kiss him like that.” “I want to be so drunk.”
“I want to look at the clock and then suddenly
figure it all out. Like that.”