VACAY

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

it hasn’t.

(continues)