Monday, August 10, 2015


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.