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Three Attempts to Spell Bernadette

It’s all too fast to princess.  I sit on The History

of Homosexuality in Film.  A lightbulb thru time.

Reading a bunch of pictures.  No light coming in.

Just trying to finish something.  I am just as I was.

I consider this.  He and Masashi are going to San

Diego for a conference.  I struggle through a dream;

things that can fit into a shoebox.  Shoebox appro-

priate.  Wake up in a snuggle and the rain.  Walking

here.  Thinking they should put a cafe in the Center

and here it is.  Queerest coffeehouse in San Francisco.

Well, not so bad (when you funk it up a little.  It’s

a turquoise alcove...)....

My exercise program is working.  It’s teeny-tiny.  I’m

all over the place.  It takes me three attempts to spell

Bernadette.  “He doesn’t want to be read.”  Succomb

to the rain.  Succomb to the shoebox, a lightbulb thru

time.  I did complete something.  Happy as clams about

that.  And the wind.  And my haircut.  I’ve got a

Coco.  Imaginative.  I’m in the Used Dept.  thinking of

sex and sleep.  Soft as your brow, which, when

incoherent, tufts.  A happy cruise control gets

oddly jealous of, for example, yesterday,
the latest culprit.  Shush the rain.  The rain shushes.