Xat…

and then I’ll go to bed.

Oh, it isn’t for you that I keep a short memory.
(Damned post-it.) The whole afternoon was all about
what we ate for lunch. Who could have remembered!

This train is sooo late, our neighbors will have to finish
their wine from last century! Burgundy, Bordeaux,
(all good all good!) no time for my cheap-ass Zinfandel.

Our doorman was boiling eggs when I ringed. (Eggs!)
The whole fucking town could have fled under his watch.
“Check the black goat on the hanger and make sure
all windows locked. Can’t afford losing that cloud too.”

But what did it rain last night? The newspaper reported
on some missing fish. It started to snow, the movie began.
Mon père, how lovely you look wrapped in red and white…
We should totally drink! O my serenity! O, this étrangeté!

Stanford, 12.09