Tuesday 4/9/2013

“Since this is
the thinking
couch…”

“well, the sleeping
couch, too”

yeah

“The foretaste of
death couch.”

And suppose I’m
hiding behind a screen
of taxes and self
identities. It’s still
a beautiful day.

After sex, this all
becomes unavoidably
pastoral. Trilling
birds, rooster crow

Forget about lack
of dental insurance,
zero-hour contracts

etc. Is this the point
at which I should shift
to third-person? Oh but

it’s too late now.

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