...I
Still Remember Now
tt in 1973, sorry),
then I sauntered
uphill where I
fell promptly
to sleep,
only to
dream of
what remains
of my own dirt-
y laundry, which
you can see air-
ing on the line
presently,
through the
time lapses
or capsules
or glasses.
It must be
one of those
rare moments,
like the first
time we saw
the Scissor
Sisters per-
form (giving
such meaning
to “Live at the
Warfield!”),
a freebie
that
was
loose-
ly ass-
ociated
with
concept-
ual love.
