—Michael Palmer
No. I’m just trying to milk the present one
until its last dying breath. This page is
out of touch with reality. He may have been
having a little fun with someone else. I
pour a glass of lemonade into the silence,
happy if they are happy, having a feeling,
knowing the truth. We share an afternoon
discussing the word inconsistent. I want
to take a bath, to clip my nails, to drink
lemonade. I know I’m straddling the
frame a little bit. I wonder if I’m
somewhat reasonable. Beautiful
day of secret stuff.
