Monday, October 11, 2010

mcclxvi

maybe peanut butter would be better
                                  —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.