February 5, 2008
doubletake
so many things tell me this is a dream.
there’s the orderly with the very, very long hair, pushing
a cart. the valets joking in the parking lot, kicking the slush,
but most of all it’s the man in the waiting room
running around behind tables and chairs and couches
stacked with faux-italian leather purses.
there are neon green ones with [...]