Often, I find myself in situations
for which there are no adequate epigraphs. \
My days fill with temp work, \
part-time, and I’m in another office, \ ...
The shirts folded; the ties rolled; /
the suits hung in descending, mono- /
chromatic earth tones; shoes /
horned and shined; and the selection of the right / ...
If one rainy night you find yourself /
leaving a phone booth and you meet a man /
with a lavender umbrella, resist /
your curiosity to follow him, to seek / ...
Just as Leah opens her mouth to tell him she’s pregnant, Russell says,
“There’s something blue down there.” The canyon rises to Leah’s left
and falls on her right. Without her glasses, it offers only immediate,
myopic pleasures—scrappy scrub brush,…