oh, al. you evasive coward, you
3 years ago
let us go then, you and i, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table.
let us go then, through half deserted streets, the muttering retreats…
muttering retreats…yes, um, that’s all for the moment.
i scrawled these lines on a bathroom wall once. i came back a couple days later and someone had written in the next two.
