A big four-footed breast on the run. Mis-
reading the amount of sleep I’ve had,
wake up at noon, wake up at 3:30.
Dive into two books after midnight,
make a poetry with a few scuffs of the
head (from doing laundry between
3:30 and fancy French dinner).
12:23 and the buzz-saw goes off,
somebody’s disposal I think(?),
goes off all hours of the day and night.
Watch the top 20 videos by Eminem
in chronological order. Take a
happy pill talking to 5 sexy guys
(and one of their boyfriends),
la la la. Finish soup. Try to be
warm. Come apart at the seams
in the Clement Chinatown. Eat
worm. Pinch lip. Struggle to be
translated. It’s a pretty little lip,
a modern banquet of the senses.
