Vine’s Rhinoceros
(an
achizm that’s almost awakizm)
I felt
good that I had eyes.
—Joe Brainard
In
the quiet room: “I asked you
I
asked you I asked you a
specific
question. You didn’t
answer
the question you just went
AROUND
the question.” Then “YOU
think
I’M flirtatious?!” Then “What
if
I WAS flirtatious with the professor
who
was trying to flirt with me?”
… …
Long Pause …
I
guess she hung up.
So
let’s clunk…
“How
behavior light” (folly) …
“(How
behavior light!”)
… …
“Hello? Hello.” …
… …
OK …
Suspicious
of the vines, she
broke
the rhinoceros. The
vines
that broke the clouds
with
the eyes.
I
sat up late at night (top bunk #13).
I
shot up in bed.
I
woke up shooting up.
If
you spit on a toilet
You
get nothing but
… a wet toilet.
The
toilet, the vine, the specific question and the eyes
… …
all went right back to the ache.
