6.2.11

NY4

What looks like a fourteen year old boy comes in wearing a grey coat and a beautiful butter yellow tie, and buys a small cup of coffee. A strange desire to watch the superbowl surfaces. The same banker winks at me twice, pre- and post-latte. Infidelity need not be chronologically concurrent with a relationship. Optimism is easier when one doesn't have to explain one's anxieties in full; a momentary frown needn't provoke an emotional third degree. Baseball players are the best looking American sportsmen, or perhaps I'm just a sexual racist. Didn't expect Paul Harding's page 24 punch to the gut. Still haven't written that goddamn letter. Do even french people know how to say "Sartre"?

2 comments:

Scott Stewart said...

Thanks for directing me to your blog via twitter. Your writings and musings have been deeply missed by me.

Robyn said...

Sexual jobist! God, I love the last line.