attention span. It hugs a
pink bag full of chipped
saucers. And it’s cold.
Could we end it here,
before the next commer-
cial? I’ve said a million
times I don’t think so.
All of a sudden nothing
is familiar. It doesn’t
matter which lung goes
first just give it the old
heave-ho, right? Wake
at four in the morning
to a tenebrous fenestra-
tion. Get your act to-
gether. Then go nine
years without a shower.
It’s pretty easy, isn’t it?
