Never mind where I was.
It was like 4:45
and the bartender had great hair.
I was breaking apart, taking notes.
I had to stand at the very end
and wave at her for my drinks.
Reading VALIS
by candlelight
I felt like Buddha
losing my mind in a back room
or stenographer women
who type in courthouses
while everyone rages around them—it’s a life
of listening to and typing
sentences
said by other people,
and right now
it seems like no one in this place
wants to mean anything,
which is okay.
In my head I’m saying
in 300+ words,
I’m afraid and very hopeful.