At Target, I need to pee.
Important things keep
vanishing like cowards.
The waitress spends
part of an afternoon
looking for a therapist.
Coming down for air,
pronouncing it with-
out any teeth, on our
last legs, we each
blink loudly, un-
like memory, which,
notwithstanding,
still has its original
two legs and knows
how to use them,
bites like a granny
apple, and shows up
like irreverence.
Someone crawling
around with a
loudspeaker has
the nerve to use
it. True or false,
this experience
makes the current
Target, its location,
irrelevant? No one
is here. It’s sum-
mertime in San Fran-
cisco: go now (not-so-)
young man and fall fool-
ish and stupid in love!
