Contemporary Chinese Peanuts
I’m reading along and I get goosebumps.
Severe ones. This so rarely happens
when I’m reading. It’s The Grand Piano,
issue 3, Lyn Hejinian.
Which tastes better with vodka? This
transition from state to state, sincere,
ironic, and full of shit;
I’m on the Acela heading to New York.
It’s a fast train, dizzying at first,
especially after a cross-country trip. Eating
Beverly C’s fabulous bundt cake from last night.
Lovely out Connecticut. Lovely Connecticut
with all sorts of guilt or hard feelings. And how,
so that I can relax, unwind, think, read,
write,
and never know how to end, I am working on
appearance. The intelligence facade.
I’m so funny I make me laugh.
