i
stack all her wolfsheim records on her turntable
we
are waiting for the cable guy to come
and
hook up her t.v.
while
she looks through my laptop at which car
she
wants us to buy
smoking
on the balcony
i
wonder if peter heppner’s voice
would
have ever been so soulful
if
he had known the joy of knowing jenny
she’s
increasing my vocabulary
and
moving me in the direction
of
writing another novel
i
told her i need a new day at the beach
with
her hand in mine
to
take my writing in a new direction
“after
the cable guy we’ll call a cab
and
stay for as long as you need”
in
all my midnight wanderings
i
never considered how dependant
i
have been on others to make
things
in my life happen
(the
taco vendor
the
bartender
the
liquor clerk
the
bus driver
i
wasn’t the solitary figure
i
imagined myself to be
independent
of everything)
even
though i knew i was dependant
on
a woman to bring happiness
into
my life
ah,
the cable guy is here
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