Saturday, January 22, 2005
Ballad of Saturday night
with effort I can hear
my cellphone trilling in a distant
room and for a moment
everything drops away and there
is a lingering nothing before I get up,
pad away on soft naked feet,
and agree to drive out to a
friend panicked over something
indefinable
(x-posted to As-Is. I should be tapping away at something else right now but EduardoFish is dying and this distracts me)




