The Haberdashery of the Missing E
Tap dancing is fascinating to do with your groom or husband. Try at
midnight, in dark, on slick shiny floors. Try in a long-tail coat and top hat,
you and your husband or groom. It's dancing by moons. It's X marks the
spot. Try tapping through nights. Tap-dancing, you know, stops insomnia
Nine lives in ten or eleven lines
I'm flying down into my true love's arms from Frankfurt,
with fifty people on a two-hundred fifty passenger plane, night flight,
with three seats to myself, without having paid the rent—
that kind of grace and disgrace at the same time—
the way we live our lives.
When I want to say something devastating
it usually sounds like a perfume commercial:
mesmerized for five seconds then fade to black.
People accidentally die and give birth in the air.
And marriage? It could be accidental at 10,000 feet.
The night is a terrible city sometimes.