I’ve a lot to mull over right
now – the potential – ok, it’s
really not potential.
I put on
a necktie for work/life balance.
A potion for radical change.
I have
a few words. Like
last. And anyway.
Surprise! It’s
okay. Well, more
interesting than I would have imagined.
Would have.
I take pictures of imaginary architecture
in the rain in stupid postmodernism in
the city which is a museum at 3:30am
because I can’t wrap myself around
this much insomnia.
All of the faces are
moody, melancholy.
But not horribly so.
I learn how to love everything about it.
About them. About
us. I’m just following up
on correspondence, trying to stay in touch. I
walk around all day and night looking for
someone to recognize.
Nothing hits me,
not even the nostalgic.
I want to like someone as a person, even
with what little I may know about it. I am
interested in getting
to know you better,
I whisper to each one.
A card arrives
from Suzanne. It’s
addressed to both
Otto and me and it is a thank you
for our attendance at her surprise 50th
which took place in an East Bay tiki lounge.
