No Good Reason
For absolutely no good reason at all,he points and laughs at me.
Tuberculosis was never so contagious.
Every person at every table soon
feels it tingling inside of them.
And for an instant, something more
than sex and death infects us all;
some tiny space between history
and tomorrow opens up its tiny
door to let us in.
1 August, 2001
Café Intermezzo