Yearning, on dog days, for the coco locos of seaside Mexico
—James Schuyler
Let’s argue which city in Italy. Let’s take walks
between rainstorms. Let’s ride the ninja bus
to Avenue Q.
2. (lesson: re-learn how to correspond)
Argue over drinks. Decide on the water. Summer
jam, a boysenberry, French octopi, a plateful of
ravioli halves.
I used to imagine I’d be a soap opera star. I like the idea
of thinking about what I used to imagine (thanks Guy
Birchard). I used to imagine getting out of a money crunch
by selling my stamp collection.
There’s a terribly annoying man a couple tables over
talking about how all models are lesbians.
The cat walks in. I keep saving the
end for tomorrow. Type a quick note.
Type another. Drink the fuzzy water.
