seems to me I’ve been here over a year. the slothful Marlowe spirits.
queasy my curiosity always seem such
swung instant message. swing it. take me there into that plausibility—
I spill coffee on Union Square. I spill coffee like a
rubberband. this car’s going by a Massachusetts. as did I.
did I mention the time it takes me there. to get me four. four crying. step on his feet
before I fall down. that’s when I died. he changes every four minutes. every
last night is every day—
a cosmic instant message. I’ve been fucking the possibility. it seems he
hasn’t even called in. blue grudgingly. this is a pre-marriage issue—
problems keeping.
