“How’d you find love?”
I hate the movies! And
always promised to stop at 31.
I’m a little too sick to stop, though.
Madame Bovary and Annie Hall.
This must have been a last resort
before dinner. Damn!
We definitely had a moment,
though, with a capital “M”. Or
am I trying to write a poem?
Sorry, I don’t want to see you.
I mean please call again tomorrow.
The calendar is too compact.
