Sentences in bed are
not describers, they are instigators
—Lyn Hejinian
I breathe but the blood doesn’t get to my brain. Friday
I gave notice, which I may have already mentioned,
after watching Dark
Water. Otto visits with his folks
at the airport while I experience this in a public sort
of way. Warm. Sleepy.
I look at other people’s
handwriting. What it
tells us is nothing. Probably
nothing. I go to
Postrio for dinner, a first and only
time. So nice. City noise.
There’s a fly in the living room but Coco, perched
at the kitchen’s threshold, is very seriously con-
templating the kitchen.
This, I take mental note,
could be a sign that the end is near.
