now – the potential – ok, it’s
really not potential. I put on
a necktie for work/life balance.
A potion for radical change. I have
a few words. Like last. And anyway.
Surprise! It’s okay. Well, more
interesting than I would have imagined.
Would have.
I take pictures of imaginary architecture
in stupid postmodernism rain in the
city which is a museum at 3:30am
because I can’t wrap myself around
this much insomnia. All of the faces are
moody, melancholy. But not horribly so.
I learn how to love everything about them.
About us. I’m just following up on some
correspondence, trying to stay in touch. I
walk around all day and night looking for
someone to recognize. Nothing hits me,
not even the nostalgic.
I want to like someone as a person, even
with what little I may know about them. I
am interested in getting to know you
better, I whisper to each one. A card arrives
from Suzanne. It’s addressed to both
Otto and me and it is a thank you
for our attendance at her surprise 50th
which took place in an East Bay tiki lounge.
