Is This a Taco Bell Dream Come
True?
—a headline
from CNN online
Our
neighbor wakes us up
at 4
a.m. banging on the
door. She wants to know
if we’re the source of the
very
loud music. I take a
sip of
water from the Aqua-
fina
bottle I received (comp-
limentary)
on my first day
of work (I can’t seem to
to part
with it). “No, no
music
here,” I say. I’ve
only
been asleep for an
hour,
having been kept
awake late,
no doubt,
by the same
music about
which she’d
awoken us.
Slipping
back under the
covers,
I’m thinking that
I’m
certainly not the big
dragon that I used to be.
At this moment finishes,
the other
me is just now
getting out of
the cinema;
a film
about a play (play
within
a play, play on!).
Arriving
home, the other
me
sends an imaginary text
message
to the neighbors:
