Then maybe I would lighten up to the tarot
but now I’m using a book. This month ends on Wednesday.
Fantasize these cutesy mechanisms keeping us awake.
If you’d rather not receive future emails of this sort
please opt out here. I stayed home for this? Large-
scale vomit. I feel like I read you before.
“Prolific little bastard, aren’t you?” says Tod Something-or-Other
as he’s cleaning up my computer files how-many-odd years ago.
Never deny the homosexuality of criticism.
I need to ask Otto if this is perhaps bitter melon.
I thought it was cucumber,
boiled it and put it on top of the rice, next to some baked chicken.
Otherwise it may be a vegetable gone very bad. But it’s too late,
I’m eating it. He writes me
two emails daily. Sweet ones, little out-of-English,
but spry. I find I want him. Regularly.
Racquetball Sunday. Bottoms of my soles are bruised.
