thought too long I’d have to be
buried. Burnt up, of course,
in San Francisco’s jonquils,
after tulips and juleps. Her
utter jonquils, no less.
Or just wow, a new me,
a first kiss on the F-train.
Or just wow, Lost in
Translation at the
Hall of Mirrors.
I say bye. Walk
up hill. Oh my
god I am drinking
so much coffee I gotta
suck a Tums at all times just to
stomach the gore. I left him a little
message on his phone, happy to
know him around 11:30 while I
was eating milk chocolate Milanos.
