Amid the sparkling glass, a turd. A male one or a female one? Is there any way to tell? Is there any expert capable of distinguishing? A tenured professor of Biologics of Gender Excretions? This notion, which you never would have thought of before tonight, makes you laugh as you rush along the filthy sidewalk. You laugh in your mind while with your lips you mutter, “Where’s a fuck-ing cab?”
Dear Rubin
I dreamed of you last night, I kid you not, asking myself why has he not resumed those weekly chapters?
Welcome back.