Captain Trips Up In That Piece - NYC April Edition, No Fooling.
I live on Broadway, NYC. All night there are ambulances on anything one can make a lorry out of. Pickup trucks. Flatbed trucks. There are like three major hospitals in a 30 block square radius, but still.
Sirens. Like babies crying. The largest artery for thoroughfare in New York City just swallowing up a river of bodies, starting now. This is it. This is it. This. It just is./
My mother calls me and tells me not to worry. This is cause to worry from the exponential into the infinite. She's worried about the exponential. Into the infinite. This may be ironical or too meta for graduate school ballyhoo.
she says something about the epicenter and my being right in the middle of it, which is news - since i don't watch the news, at all at all, really. really really? really into the exponential.
I'm not worried, here with my park view and pigeoncoop and twocats twocats. two cats in their cat tree watching bird TV. the generator i had stowed is not going to run the apartment in toto. we are back to the drawing board. over under, roger roger, clearance/clarence. wow. you're kareem abdul jabbar! /exeunt
all shakespeare started as asses in seats in seats and seats.
I haven't seen the garbage trucks filled with human bodies yet. I'm just high enough from the street.