FREAK SHOW IN LINEN
That was the day I went wide.
You had your mis-shapen shovel and
cavalier shoes on, and the green guy
was carrying his designer watch: made
in Geneva, a new Bourishard, the latest
one. He wore all nine pounds of it, around
his neck. Isn't it funny how men who hate
women design for them, clothing, and men
who hate time make watches. The line-lane
of photographers waited. I sat with my dog
in the receiving line, and told everyoner I
was the son of Truman Capote.