Ah, sorry, I’ve
accidentally broken your culture.
—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.
