#68

Desks in narrow rows. Reprehensile. Recycle. I worry. Add it all up, and the computer takes multi variables. Class comes with red wine. A gimmick perhaps. Hear gimmee, hear mimic. Will holds up the book as though it were a Bible, someone else's. His hands firm quotation marks. We would rather read something more adult. Melanie, next to me, snickers. Engender what comes. I say, in strong disjuncture, the future is a woman. Do people hear? The mugger when he grabs at Vicki. "Is that all you have, bitch?" Adieu.

After the calm. Play dress up in mirrors. I see how I balance like a crow. A murder, but not that. Difficult writing. If you're going to renege, bring them back again. Square: "Fuck off, ponce." Titania: a pen in hand. Measure it this way. Ended, but I might read again. "If you pay off the Bug," my mom says. You can drive it. Blue. At this very moment, yes I am, yes.