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.
