I’ve a pain in my elbow joint
like I did in Hong Kong only
this time it’s the other elbow.
Or walking the streets of Paris
after one a.m. looking for an
open pharmacy (to no avail).
Something was open, the word
kept arriving, but it couldn’t be
found. Creativity obdures, it
cannot be helped. Old remedies
become sterile. Exactly.
Dip dry fingers into warm wax
and apply each pink feather
and quick. No one knows
why we come back to
evasion. At some point it
becomes the weekend but
who has the chops for it?
Happy Independence Day.
I’m not ready to talk about it
but I might be dancing
in Ecuador come autumn.
