—Lyn Hejinian
I’m ice skating for the first time ever.
What’s my age? Try text house.
Nobody. I don’t want to believe
that I am disputed. That I’m a big
disputed. Louis returns fork to the
road. Bummer. Quiet evening
otherwise. Like being kidnapped
by a murderer. Or the world on
the brink of a nuclear war (does any-
one think about nuclear anymore?).
There were others. They were vivid.
I stand in the drizzle in awe, which is
a mouth open to drizzle with a thirsty
tongue. Ice skating is pretty easy.
We finish and rush back up the
hill. Champagne for everyone.
Then we argue til sunrise. The
consensus: I’m a dispute. Isn’t
that reality? I’m just a big dispute.
