Watching a clip from YouTube
at 5:07am Sunday I think
this is it, I’m having a heart
attack. The thing is, I’ve had
several. They’ve always been
gas before, but that doesn’t
always rein in the panic. At
Fabulosa yesterday evening
I purchased two books of
poetry. One by an old friend.
The other by someone an old
friend recommended. Long
ago. Laundry, over which a
roach crawls, soaks in my sink.
