No, it was last month.
—John Ashbery
As for the flavor of the
book he seemed so into,
he claimed he’d lost
most of his senses; had
no taste. This was, to the
point, at least how I defined
his “I do not recall,” which
he kept muttering to himself
or to the book but definitely
not at or to the proposer
of the question. Existence is
futile when in such company.
Company? Yes, I am looking
for one. When pressed for
specifics, elaboration, eluc-
idation, or even a sampling
of dry statistics, my reply
is always, “Ask me again,
tomorrow.” Or at least
it wants to be. Good gracious,
how thusly I do desire it!
