without being unhappy.
—Lyn Hejinian
I’d say many are. I’d say also that I
went to the museum (this afternoon)
for a thousand or so cliches. We even
sat to enjoy them (very un-museum-
like).
We sat like tea to enjoy a thousand
or so cliches.
“Why is this on the floor?” he asks.
“Because it needs to be in the kitchen,”
I say.
After which we purchase two to three
packages of fancy folders and forge many
tiny but distinct stacks of paper and other
residues in each and every room of the
apartment for the rest of the afternoon.
(and evening)
