Instructions

Keep writing cramped. Keep talking to yourself. Learn to imagine your companion so well, you transcend the boundary of the visable. Kiss trees. Those tattoos high up on the trunks are the kisses of your ancestors: KC + DJ '67. I said keep your writing cramped. The leaves are mice with recorders, transitors implanted in their skulls. Hear them nestle in the fat grass. That's personal. Be happy in the sunlight. Everyone else is uncomforatable except the permenant inhabitants of the park -- picnic table bed and breakfast. Keep your writing cramped. Living is a hungry business. I come by it with fear and self-examination. Write on the wood for posterity. Keep it to initials. Keep it cramped.

Copyright Louise Robertson