and crack of light.
—Larry Kearney
At least don’t be so graphic. It isn’t how
to keep youth. And don’t roll over
and play dead.
New pillows, a potato peeler, measuring
spoons. Lying in bed at 860 Bush St.
after packing some & watching
The Station Agent. I still make good time.
And “love like love” – with fried rice made
with Vienna sausages (which show up
often!). Red notebook with dangling
dangle, it’s exactly three months
to the day. What to do about
5 years? About writing machine? A
wilted face over a bow-tie? It’s almost
as if I can hear the locusts buzzing outside.
Sorry for going off the radar. I’m
enjoying the company of the hottest love-
making ever. Have I moved at all
since we last poked?
