Wednesday, February 11, 2015


I write more
than a page

then slam the
car door like

lousy etiquette
(but very cleanly

[clearly?]).  Okay,
it’s 11am:  time

for something
orgasmic, like

scrapping [scarf-
ing?  scraping?]

the day off the
page.  I’m only

allowed one
enemy per

week, I think,
sitting in a

somber cafe.