and/or whether I am gonna get a haircut today and/or
what I breathe in of your hair (be it long short black or blond)
nor the 23¢ stamp on the Japanese postcard of a dog named
Guston who pants at the Living Center (the dog is also reading)
and/or this warm development next to Saks at 11:46am on a
rainy Wednesday (it wants to wish you a Merry Christmas)
nor the complete isolation of LACK OF COMMUNICATION
nor merely the mesh of empty commuter rail tracks nor merely a kiss
