with science and some more tea. I think I found a friend
in New York for a while on the ocean. It is his
one year anniversary. This is my first class:
-fix the kitchen drawer (Dustin Hoffman)
-fix the toilet (it’s wobbly) (Anne Bancroft)
-being hanged in Singapore (Eva Marie Saint)
I need to relax or something. This is my next meeting:
-I need to relax or something
-my memory blows (Lee Kang-sheng)
-a one page assignment on what poetry means to me
(neoconceptual installations in Italy)
I just realized the grit among these pages is
sand from the beach at Ogunquit. Time
to pick up movie tickets and go see James Schuyler, goodbye.