In a few, I’ll head to Kiku at The Hilton
to lunch with Kim.
December approaches
seven years. Would
wearing a bra for a
hot month (Mom said it was 108 at her place
yesterday) give me any perspective?
Which direction do you point? Porn
helps us understand survival of the
fittest. Just
yesterday I was using
Pavlov’s theory and Newton’s
laws of gravity to explain
religion. My own
religion,
to be clear, but they don’t call it
metaphysics for
nothing (I’m
bombarded with a partial visual
of a photograph I took perhaps
a year ago – a sign in Chinatown
that says something like “No running
or jumping in playground” under which a
graffitist has unprettily scrawled the word
MIND on the sky
end of a nearly vertical
seesaw with MATTER anchoring
the other end of the
black-markered jagged line—representatively plank—
abutting solid ground.
The big clumsy hits paydirt
after all. But is
college in the picture? Does
Anna Nicole even have a goal?
Recess ends. Naptime
begins. Time to
skip kindergarten and read War and Peace
to Mrs. Renfrow. Was
she really that
impressed with her assignment: the
first grader who read the Southwest
Times Record for
breakfast?
Two months later, my first boyfriend,
the Superintendent.
