Otto is
shopping
with
his brother
in
Chinatown, ex-
changing
emails
as I
write this. I
keep
forgetting what
everything
is called.
There’s
butter and
flower
and ball and
pig
with mustache.
But
what’s the
purpose
of each?
I know
that this is
umbrella
but what
does it
do? Is it a
thing
to grab hold
of so
that you rise
toward
heaven? The
elevator
is dizzy and
the
books that protrude
from
that wall of blue
are
checking me out.
That
wall is spindrift.
The
foam of the sea
that is
captured and
poured
into a por-
celain
cup is my
breakfast
of
green tea.
