Journal
Today while driving to Hires
to eat a hamburger (even though
I often think about giving up meat
because I once looked straight into
the eyes of a long-lashed calf)
I nearly ran over a stray red journal,
red and limp from rain, lying
in the middle of the street.
I swerved to avoid it as though
it were a human being in a wet red sweater.
Well, of course I dodged it
with its possible recounting of kisses and
and fights and trips to the grocery store
at midnight for a pint of coffee ice cream,
as well as the scores of Jazz games watched,
because what could be more human
Then the words of human?
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