When you begin to believe in the Coeur De Lion
the day is more likely a soaking napkin.
Everyone needs their privacy
which is unfortunate
because everyone also needs to rub
up against someone else:
the latter a fact
and I have done my best to pretend otherwise.
I bought Bukowski’s Bone Palace Ballet
at the Key West Books-A-Million,
a building I thought strange to be still standing.
Haven’t the fine people of Key West
set fire to this place yet? I asked Sierra, stupid
question, seeing as we were standing inside.
This is an interlude
to tell you that some day has got to be the worst day possible
and if you think that day’s happened already