I was going to tell you something.
Something about being crazy in the city.
Tom Carey read a poem about going
to and from the grocery store for some
flour. Thom Gunn read one of
Kevin’s poems. Downstairs
some guy’s hollering
from his bench. Saturday morning
(Sunday morning – Easter morning!)
the man in front of See’s Candy,
Union Square, singing loud as possible.
Today, five prescriptions from
Walgreen’s: for sneezing,
stuffy nose, high blood pressure,
fear of flying, panic attacks, etc.
A friend who’s dying and
wants me to execute her
(or maybe she said executor).
Strong desire to play a game of
lacrosse. I was going to tell you
I’m drinking coffee, trying to breathe,
watching a multi-colored cast of clouds,
folding away a staple remover. We often
go through these things.
