I feel retro today.
Spend a moment contemplating the irony
of choking on a vitamin.
I picked up my paycheck
and deposited it.
I find myself missing you often.
The answer: 3 times, plus 1, for the query.
Horrible soap opera on the T.V.
Waking up is sobering.
P.S. I’m at the coffee shop in Venice.
I’ve given myself a lot of time to waste.
How does one actually go about writing a sonnet?
What if my books never come home?
I’m sick of these motherfuckers.