Then I enter the tooth, finding a story
of such magnitude it leaves me
androgynous. One thing. Leads to
another? This cannot be plot. Our
night walk down Charles Street.
Getting shot every day this week.
Bone marrow boosters. Foucault.
Aggressive nostalgia spun out of
context. He. Was. Watching.
Family Guy.
You’ve put on a little weight.
If we look closely at the drink of water,
compare and contrast with a shoebox
full of photographs, pick up a
coffee mug that touts “Little Rock:
Full of Surprises”...
