We laugh

“Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams an…”

“Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside …”

“We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars             …”

“Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. …”