(an achizm that’s almost awakizm)
I felt good that I had eyes.
—Joe Brainard
In the quiet room: “I asked you
I asked you I asked you a
specific question. You didn’t
answer the question you just went
AROUND the question.” Then “YOU
think I’M flirtatious?!” Then “What
if I WAS flirtatious with the professor
who was flirting with me?”
… … Long Pause …
I guess she hung up.
So let’s clunk…
“How behavior light” (folly) …
“(How behavior light!”)
… … “Hello? Hello.” …
… … OK …
Suspicious of the vines, she
broke the rhinoceros. The
vines that broke the clouds
with the eyes.
I sat up late at night (top bunk #13).
I shot up in bed.
I woke up to shooting up.
If you spit on a toilet
You get nothing but
… a spitty toilet.
The toilet, the vine, the specific question and the eyes
… … all went right back to the ache.
