Monday, March 12, 2012

mdcvii

Perhaps I’ve kicked the illusion.

Like zonko! Perhaps it’s all bad, all water
under the fountain. Why worry?

I go for a walk because Nature is so almost
perfect
(Camille Roy). Donuts on Polk

Street nature. I bone up on headaches. Men-
tal nausea reduces depression. I mean. Like

Slam the door like a stomach! Sue Rosen
said this on June 10th in 1957. At least I

think that’s what she said. I wasn’t there.
Suddenly, it’s so interesting to me how

anything can end with a sentence. A
dream, a delusion, a character you

never wanted killed, Judge Judy....
I’m counting the animals in the room.

There’s a rooster on the top shelf (we’ve
a few of them; & we prefer ‘cock’), a

dinosaur next to a bunch of bunnies (from
outer space), a couple of lions (matching

bookends but on two separate bookshelves),
and Coco, nestled among the wires next to the

mega-multi-power-plug under my desk. It’s
the middle of my 10-day birthday and I’m playing

scrabble with friends and strangers. It’s nearly
one in the afternoon. I have yet to shower. I’ve a

page full of ‘to do’ items and I’m surrounded by 
piles of books. It is clearly a gorgeous day.

Perhaps I've kicked the illusion.