I've Been Accused Of Being Very Vain

And As Things Fell Apart, Nobody Paid Much Attention

I'm On The Verge Of Tears By The Time We Arrive At Pastels Since I'm Positive We Won't Get Seated But The Table Is Good, And Relief That Is Almost Tidal In Scope Washes Over Me In An Awesome Wave.

The Numbing Lists Of Things You Were Supposed To Have As An American To Make You Happy, Which Ultimately, Of Course, Don't. Those Aren't The Things That Make You Happy.

Writing Fiction Is An Act Of Imagination And Fantasizing, And It's Not Relating In Prose What You've Been Doing For The Last Two Or Three Years.

I've Forgotten Who I Had Lunch With Earlier, And Even More Important, Where.