Yet, you were “splendid.”
You have answered every question.
—John Ashbery
Would that answering each query
lobbed at me meant getting each
“correct.” I’d rather appreciate
keeping my artistic distance this
evening. Any objections? I heard
none (someone shouted “Liar!”), but
I’m not listening [cupping hands over
ears making noises as if could not at
all communicate, even if tried]. Oh,
sorry, company’s arrived. And I’m
exhausted (would that there were a
sofa into which I might resolutely sink).
I woke up this morning in a panic, put
on the top half of a suit, logged in just
in time for what turned out to be an
old school phone call. Somehow, it
appeared that I’d caught up with myself.
Come to think of it, that was yesterday.
