What to do with backlog of
no-good blather. I used to
sleep with you and yet
attractive artists everywhere
are making future plans and
wanting to leave things more
open. I’ve done open. I like
being open to new ideas. I am
a bit more suspect with open
with regard to permanent
relationships, just between
you and me. And it’s not
that any or all of my relations
of such are permanent, but if
I begin to, as I like to say, in
vest my time with someone,
the notion is I’m working out
a possible permanence. So.
Marauding blood pressure,
tentative title. Only now add
diabetes, two bouts with Covid
(we can still discuss this, right?),
testicular cancer (this one should
come with a caveat, no?), work-
related massage at the Ethiopian
restaurant, tentative title. Oh,
and repeat after me: Tuesday,
get a better job! Go ahead.
Ready? Tuesday, get a job!
Get a job! Just get a job!
P.S. Keep November free.
Tentative title.
