redder-than-real lips accumulating all over the smudgy
3 x 3 window, tongue flickering this way and that. I’m
a little chilly in my Christmas cardigan, getting a grand
tour of Singapore’s hallways. Are those solar panels
above your head? It’s a bit laggy, but tons of fun.
Simon sex with Garwin theme, something he calls
Master & Commando. Then the tour guide erupts,
hits me real hard. And the connection was lost,
no more tomorrow. Same as yesterday, of
course. Leaves me a note, a discounted
massage at an auto body shop.
Bowls seriously except when
hopping on the lift. Try again
December. Here’s to hoping,
dearest Blurs & Smudges.
