I have hidden myself in the back corner of Burger King and am reading Nabakov.
I am laughing hysterically at something terribly sad.
I am guessing at the life of a man about whom a dozen beautiful biographies have already been published
I am coughing into the silence of a cathedral.
I am observing carefully but from a great distance.
I am being tempted by the powerful idea of my being shrink-wrapped.
I am the unfinished sentence of a minor character in an unwritten novel.
I am looking with glad doubt at everything I have ever done.
1 comment:
beautiful last line.
...but tell me...
what haven't
what aren't
you?
this is what i see/read/hear:
hidding myself
at back corner of Burger King and Nabakov.
I am laughing hysterically at something terribly sad.
guessing at the life
a man about whom
a dozen beautiful biographies have already been written...
i am
coughing into the silence of a cathedral.
observing carefully but from a great distance.
being tempted by the powerful idea of my being being shrink-wrapped.
I am the unfinished sentence of a minor character in an unwritten novel.
I am looking with glad doubt at everything I have ever done.
... and with glee, you should my friend. you should.
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