saratoga springs, ny, october 2003
Halloween weekend, I looked out a window of the Saratoga Springs' Holiday Inn. On the rooftop of the pool complex I looked down on there is a mock owl and beyond bare trees, a church spire, etc. I was smoking a cigarette, and so I looked at that too, drawing my attention in. Its swirl in language led me to the bathroom and so to the mirror reflecting my image, white foam of shave cream sunk out the sink.
I think I may have thought, though not say (as much of what we think we do or cannot say), "do you" at the end, but that we must let go.