Friday, October 12, 2012

mdccxxxiv

Axe (dry), Rogaine (3-pack)
with the sun fading away
from the neighborhood
and the impossibility of ice
skating, our New Year’s
tradition.  I get a message
from Gail—Thank you for
using Walgreens—she’s
trying to reach someone
with the Silver Bells.
Calling to see if you’re
busy right now—I’ll try
calling one more time.
It’s the computer at
Pacific Gas and Elec-
tric—I was just in the
area and I’ll try one
more time.  How do you
hang up on this?  Sorry,
nervous.  I wasn’t sure if it’s
twenty minutes you told me
or to call in twenty minutes.
Hello, this is Andrew the
Zipper and I just wanted
an update on that Prius.
The poet is downstairs.
Are you awake yet?  My
mouth is full of batteries.

The poet is downstairs.