DOESN'T INCLUDE FINGERS
I realize now the shallows are deep, and I'm
not headed anywhere soon. The fixture of my
own time is but a memory, sad and dingy, of
things I may have missed - the crazy guy on
9th street swinging a two-by-four at people
walking by; that topless girl I saw in August,
riding a bicycle with her nipples erect. The
whole world is sometimes a bad language
I cannot understand. My sign-language
doesn't include fingers.
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One day - it was a Tuesday - this guy
said to me : 'How is it you're standing here?'
'Who's to say I am?' I replied. He let it go,
and moved aside. The whole thing was
like playing cards with a moron. I'm
Pretty good at that, for sure. My sign
language includes no fingers.
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