Broke, did not know
the handmade catamaran
was full of reedworm, not
in love, overriding the first
stanchions, little red book,
breathe deep when "what're
you doing now?" whether
the good IPO went south
and you couldn't get out
or did—with fungal aplomb
—and balls to the wall and
making "being very famous"
and "life easening" of cold
photographic chemicals and
and an old Helmut Newton
coffee table book.
