I am a part of the sequence, this
lineage, a( )history. I’m also
just as dirty as the next guy.
Last night I was fondling a stranger
(The costume party was a bit droll.
But our costume was fun. We went
as a Pixie Stick. I was a pixie and
he was the stick.) and I almost forgot
to step out of the dream sequence
and/or into the pink curtain
behind which other men waited
with machine guns. Two weeks
of boring. I need a new hobby,
something else to occupy my time.
Okay, let’s make a list:
1. Cheer up
2. Get rid of headache
3. Anti-postmodernism
4. Children playing on rooftops
Such is me.
The apartment will be clean, though.
I promise.
