a thursday night - new york city

It was at the Odeon, the bathroom. I thought it should've smelled better than it did given the clientele. I was in there with her - my third and some girl we'd picked up from Bryant Park. The fetid air snapped me back to the woods, her hand on the back of my neck as I leaned down over the rails suddenly becoming yours. I closed my eyes and took the bill. And when I rose up and opened them, that world and you smashed away; replaced with tungsten. I needed to go and I was holding, even at sixteen I knew they would follow. 

norton

I had a Norton in high school. Only no one knew except for that family in West Virginia whose son backed in to me as he reversed out of their quarter mile driveway. They offered me iced tea on their porch as treatment while I explained to them the concept of a collect phone call.

the festival i. - cannes, fr

A handful of springs were spent in Cannes for work, where I was often running. Always to or from - rarely towards. I saw you there once, we were on a yacht. She was naked and he saw white. You were standing just past his shoulder, beyond the gun in his hand and the coke. I leapt and met the sea. Set off racing down the Croisette back to the Majestic, stopping only to piss on the front steps of Dior.  

without wool

The work wife returned from her three week jaunt to New Zealand on Wednesday.  She neglected to bring me back a gift.  I remain sheep-less.