Lady K, March 2007
BACK TO THE SALAD AGAIN
“You got a lotta different looks, you know that?”
“Um hmm,” I hum.
He says, “I got myself all the movie heroines rolled into one. A complete set.”
Steve grins a toothy crazy bloodshot grin at me, and notices me noticing his face, and then makes like he’s Smith.
“And you,” I say. “You’re casual about your intelligence.”
“Yeah, I got it in the department store. Blue light special.”
“My my,” he exclaims. “We’re moving right along, keeping the adventure going. Giving you something to take photos of and me something to write and you something to write and me something to take photos of. I tend to be a ‘completist’, you know.”
“It’s been better since we got up early to look at the stars. Reality’s rewarding us for priming the pump,” I say.
( Meanwhile, I’m thinking,
1.
One friend says she’s losing weight
the other that she’s gaining
2
Problems
are all this monkey head
Reality
in our wake
3 My own name acclaim
this boxing ring plane
framed by who attends…
4
I say
“We’re not off task, we’re on task.
We haven’t lost our drummer.”
“Our drummer?” he asks…
“Well, sometimes he
skips
beats.”
5 now that I’ve come back to the salad, it’s totally delicious… )
“Do u whish a pipe or do you not
wish a pipe?” he asks.
“Or would you like to mainly mingle?
Well, we seem to get together well.
It’s been a year. We collaborate.
Where do I rate you on the computer?”
“You go to maximum setting,” I say.
“Whatever the limit is, that’s
where you rate me.”
“Oh yeah?
MAXIMUM SETTING,”
he says
“That’s gonna be the name of my dance club…”