Wednesday, February 08, 2012


We are easy.

     hormonal convergence
                           —Erika Staiti

Me on the battlefield definitely
killing.  You can kiss me.  I
brushed my teeth.  Classic crest.

But what you can’t see is my
glass of milk.  On (or slightly
after) Mother’s Day.  At the

exact location of electricity.
It’s symptomatic of what’s
going on.  I went one time

to buy a little thing of goat
cheese.  The crackers them-
selves were four-fifty.  It’s

I’ll go without.