same stuff now. Me, I’m holed up
in Tahoe. Not snowboarding. A
few summers later, Kim’s oohing
and ahhing the same general vicinity.
I’ve got Moves Like Jagger on re-
peat. Three different versions of
it. Another song that was included
in the fortune teller’s PowerPoint
presentation some time ago (weeks;
a month?) – only to be poopoo’d.
For dinner I’ll have a huge dish
of my own words, please. Maybe
this goes hand-in-hand with my
two weekends of bad karma. Bad,
bad karma. Or so it is whined
(also on repeat). But I’m here
poring through photos and
peeling away the bullshit.
Like how hot it is in
San Francisco today.
I’ve even got my
pores fooled. Get up
all sweaty and top off
a cool glass of water.
