arabesques & bone spurs
—George Stanley
What’s real? Martinis with Kim at
Martuni’s last night. Talking the
talk. They’ve moved the WellsFargo
ATM machines to 333 Market (that
used to be ‘indoors’ across Fremont).
That’s real (though
I’d heard a rumor....).
Our building’s fire alarm buzzer
just came on full force. Real.
I walk out to see a neighbor
standing outside of his
smoking apartment. I ask
if everything is okay and he
says yeah. “Do you know how to
turn it off?” “Nope, sorry.”
And I mean it is LOUD.
Here comes the fire truck some
fifteen minutes later as I go down
(holding my ears) to check the
dryers. One. Real. Empty.
Rah! Plug her in!
