-because I
was unable,
incapable,
unwilling,
my path in
life was chosen for me-
-and now I
roam,
circular
patterns around squared misery,
cry during
comedies and laugh
when tragedy
arrives without invitation but with a reservation-
-I order a “Death in the Afternoon,” at the
bar;
tragedy has
taken a corner seat,
ordered an
aperitif,
telling the
waiter
“He won’t be
here long.”
-from [The Paper Womb II]
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