the alley’s a self-conscious mews, and suddenly the
Muse is off
to Yaddo.
—Tim Dlugos
“It’s more real then yours,”
he said,
and I wrote it down because I
couldn’t
even listen, much less
understand. I,
plugging up my eyes—and not
just to
drum up any sentiment—was
think-
ing,
“I—will—never—go—dancing—
again!” Later, I changed the filters
and installed a new
showerhead.
What was he saying? What could
he have possibly meant? What
was he doing? I remember him
saying that, and that
alone. And
I remember writing it down.
... And look, here’s proof.