—Franz Wright
Lately, doing so much
radio (skipped Sunday
since my foot is old and
bad), I’m out for drinks,
cleaning my apartment,
feeling overly-laundered.
Gave Sepia a Macbeth w/
her medicine, expressed
more episodes at episodic
poem-swap featuring Tay-
lor, Kate, and Susanne. And
myself, of course, always the
loudmouth holding his breath
to the end of the page. Hard-
core rain, endured a couple
of breakups, meandered
to the gym, where I don’t
think I actually listened
to the radio, but what
is it that they call it
these days....??
