Somebody Googled Del Ray The Only Way
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“In which online social networking systems do you actively participate?”
“We just get old and shrivel up, right?”
Unable
to describe the color of the bay. A vibrant gray?
Water-skiing as an adolescent. Sunburn. Re
cede into the present (with aplomb)
to order lunch. Not my lunch. This me,
trying to tell a story here, aka
my rather slaphappy way to acknowledge
death as the brand new stuff.
Try explaining a stye to someone who’s never had one.
(Try explaining style to someone who’s never had one.)
“Del Ray lives in California and is a poet and teacher.”
Still no color. Colorless. Comfortable in my own sex.
A nice blue Serengeti sky.
