Three

 

Did I tell you about the time

I spent on these invisible

signals? No?

 

Next topic: Wow I’m a

masterful conductor

do you know about my beautiful

nevermind

 

And furthermost: if even

a scintilla of winter

punctured your stultified

calumny, rumple the

dimples and scrabble all

your jealousy — it’s

 

time to tell the story again

about seeing the grizzly old poet

how he devoured all my

nightmares

and I loved him for it

 

and after that

I’ll be done with this.