I
feel like I’m in a story I can’t follow.
—Alice Notley
“Can you tell the difference?
I’m trying to make myself
sick,” he says, adding that
he hasn’t showered in a
couple of weeks (at least).
After which he reminds me
to walk the streets, saying
it just like that, “Don’t forget
to walk the streets!” Then
he gives me a hug and
walks out the door, maybe
this one last time, to do
exactly that. Because he
has remembered to do so.
