I Should Like to Take a Letter
Dear Sir,
Myself regarding myself.
I find writing this.
Fuck. And so on. A little
expletive at myself
regarding myself.
But yet. Business and all.
Tonight making dinner someplace.
The guy I met this weekend,
a “hook up” – says
he’d love to get to know me,
go on an “actual date” –
which is why I never
categorize. A date’s
a date’s a date.
Or whatever. And
furthermore. Etc.
At some point, Google & Amazon
become my diary.
Check out June 26.
But he’s going abroad to his parents’
all summer. What about his
new job?
Institute weekly movie night
starting tonight with
W.C. Fields in
The Bank Dick.
