Tuesday, December 08, 2009


Is Bruce in today?   Or is today utterly
exhausted of Bruce?   It’s probably
mostly ecstasy.   Fuck it doesn’t feel
right.   We had a long conversation.
A first after a whole year.   A first
conversation.   I can’t write any
more.   Two lip variousness.
Smoking feelings.   Hanging
off the edge of a cliff, best
mood in months—crescendos
for weeks into Kleenex.   Mom’s
in New Mexico under something
aluminum.   A rat attack.   They’re
all appropriate with disappoint-
ment.   The fawn left
the family feast.