I remember getting dressed all spiffily
just to get undressed. Those were the days
of sex. The delight of a mustache over a
cool drink of jalapeños. Juice me this, juice
me that, I’ve no requests except that you
come back with some hair product. The
usual, please. Don’t you hate dreams that
are a little too aligned with reality? I say this
aloud, or would if I were awake, because I
like using my voice. When it can be heard.
I keep trying to press the issue of us pressing
the flesh, but we’re both out of rocket fuel.
Which sucks bigtime, I have to say. But I’ve
picked up all of the maps and all of the forms
and am a professional at making travel arrange
ments. Or I used to be. No, I am. I love being
new places but hate traveling. That’s not true.
I love seeing you but am frightened of air traffic
and (today) of air traffic control and flippant
and especially mean government officials. Heads
of state with no imagination, no wiggle-room.
I flew first class once. My one and only
business flight. I mean I’ve made hundreds
if not thousands of arrangements for businessfolk
but only one for me. That was for paid work.
of state with no imagination, no wiggle-room.
I flew first class once. My one and only
business flight. I mean I’ve made hundreds
if not thousands of arrangements for businessfolk
but only one for me. That was for paid work.
From Boston to Boca Raton. There were pelicans.
Everything was pink. And the ocean was so warm
I’d surreptitiously excuse myself to it as often as
possible without giving the impression that I wasn’t
on the ball with regard to the official business
of the whole thing. That was my one trip to Florida,
ever, and I plan never to go again. I have, however,
Everything was pink. And the ocean was so warm
I’d surreptitiously excuse myself to it as often as
possible without giving the impression that I wasn’t
on the ball with regard to the official business
of the whole thing. That was my one trip to Florida,
ever, and I plan never to go again. I have, however,
trekked through most of the states coast-to-coast several
times. But I very much prefer never mixing business
with pleasure, even though the boundaries of both
have grown quite porous over the years. And I swear
that as I get older there’s more surface area in
the overlap of one over the other.