night driver you’ve got your night posture on your profile pieced together with cellular backdrop & booth bearing cotton your hands toy at the napkin holder and beyond your elbow bright headlights meet window but only long enough to search for something to hold their
Ever Wish You Were Famous? I knew a man who made money as a silhouette. That outline standing upstream, brilliantly backlit by morning, that was him. The famous photo. Chin to the north. They’ve got a museum now somewhere, and people signing the visitor’s book.