—Alice Notley
How long do you think it takes to read a
book? It takes me? To read this book?
She doesn’t care. She cares she answers
with a series of purrs. The jets do not
scream. The tour is starting down the
hill. “We’ll talk a little bit about our
farming practices,” says the tour guide.
Etc. I’m a little nervous. About tonight’s
SHAMPOO 5th Anniversary Celebration
and Reading. My mind a-daze from my
third week on the thirty-second floor. The
elevator drops. The elevator lands with a
thud. I step out of the elevator. I am in
step. I am on top of things. The dashing
lead, the man who has raced to the ends
of the earth for his dame, arrives early
at the premiere with his lover, Pierre.
