I wrote an anecdote out of shampoo,
home by myself with a hot martini
recovered from work. Otto’s drinking
M&Ms. There’s no trust this week.
Six and a half years ago I write something,
9:15, and decide on drinks. I have written
hundreds of drinks about where I am. I’m
older than Kasey. We decide in a minute
where I am. Oh, I’m here, arriving in the
mail along with possibilities. I miss Nick
but worry about his return. Gloss up the
kitchen a little bit, the masked-up wall,
doing some apartment stuff before going
out and calming down. A somewhat
reasonable need to make up for lost
trust. Err on the side of assure.
Err on the side of parent? Being a
big pain in the ass? Calm down,
secretive! Boats wobble in the breeze
without green. A cure for the hair of the
dog that bit you straddles the fence a
bit. He’s such a kid about actually.
