Your heart isn’t all this. Humble stinker.
Very sexual now – this is it. For a long
time. Leo by way of Oakland most
likely. He’s a flurry. Very heart all of
this, right? I guess. Taking pictures
in the rain. I’ve got the whole vacation
figured out. Two weeks in Japan. Fly
to New York, train to Boston, drive
to Montreal and across Canada.
Hop another train at some point.
Take a breath in Vancouver.
Skunked-up room. Faded quilt.
Birds killing each other. Suddenly,
boom! You twit. I’ve got it all under
control. It’s just gas. I’m the only one
in the pool, 5am. Beeches and birches.
Empathy for the enemy. One of the
massage therapists is teaching the
coffee girl how to Facebook.
Brown wallpaper. Black
and white photo of a
rock bridge under a
waterfall. One man
splashing, belly-deep
in the current. Others
sunbathing. Your heart’s
in this? Take a breath two weeks.
