It’s raining, and I think you just
gave me a hangover. Am I pathetic?
It’s all too likely. Was it something
I said? Was I out of my mind?
To understand the couch, one must
agree on the importance of friendship.
Today you turn me off. Why?
Easy. So many letters.
What’s most precious, a week and a half
in Seattle or a symbiotic relationship
with a bipolar pair of dance pants?
Easy. I was too tired. Clunk.
A bag of groceries on the couch, looking a
lion in the mouth. We’ve got sense that
keeps opening. A still life with blinding
rays that penetrate an arterial landscape.
I just realized today would be my parents’
anniversary. 41 or perhaps 42? I spilt
hot tea and I’m in much better condition.
Move with the word. It’s precious.
