The paper got wet
Sunday in Ogunquit
sitting here on the beach
in the rain that is falling.
There is oil on my notebook.
Australia stares out the window.
We find ourselves in the gay section
and we park ourselves
and we crouch real low.
“People don’t eat watermelon seeds
that much in movie theaters any more,
and in the future probably no one will.”
-Tsai Ming-Liang.
Is there a possibility
for life to change for the better?
I walked up and down the beach.
We walk up and down the beach.
