More Colours (viii)
And then the crunch. Luncheon is served.
—Bill Berkson
can we just not with the bang?
only i heard the anecdote more than once, or
not. at least in my imagination, where wires are incessantly
crossed (something to do with my name, for a buck).
really, can we not, if i say this is more a demand than an
entreaty? regionally, we crossed paths in bolinas. not.
to thunderous applause, several times a day, he enters and
exits. in other words, i only exist. here, take this chunk of mirror.
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