by Tarin Towers
Thing About the Thing About Love
told me the thing about love where it's like CAPS LOCK.
you start typing and then look at the screen and
ALL IN CAPS and some of it misspelled.
with two s's: Mis-Spelled.
the only thing
you can really do is erase all of it and type all of it over
without capital letters except for proper nouns,
you have to keep it in your head, what you just said,
then type it over again, and you can't even edit it
you've typed it again, exactly as before,
without capital letters.
said this is what love is like. He knew he was being
that he was challenging me to figure out his
of acting perplexed I, too, acted obliquely
he would be forced to admire me, like surgery.
comes from a Latin root meaning
see through, like glass, and its nearest synonym
lucidity, and it means verbally well expressed,
the thing about that is, if you use something
Word, they actually have this thing where it's called
Case, and you can select all your text and have it
automagically into lower case.
as I spoke I noted the carminization of his skin tone.
he started to blurt that that wasn't the point,
as I said,
that's not the point, is it?
thing is," said I, knowing this would lock it all up
like inside a vacuum cleaner bag, where you have
exert specific kinds of effort to get in there, I said,
know all about all of it and I never do it either,
convert it all back into memory and retype it,
I knew things with him and his girlfriend wouldn't
the same after that, and also that it wouldn't
my situation with him, if you can call it
is it that Venetian blinds --
are neither blind nor Venetian --
such longing -- stripes on breasts, etc. --
the ordinarily ordinary? Bruce K. ran away
join the cinema after seeing his lover bathed
a pool of stripes. It doesn't even matter
his lover was male, female, human, whatever.
sentiment is shared by all cultures,
those who live in huts. Stripes are old
to them. Except they don't really wear hats.
if this were the idea, you'd get it, right?
rocks fall on people like those stripes,
one gets hot and bothered and goes out
rent Last Tango in Paris, and nobody
on their own, either, to the beat of
pummeling skiers and private
When I see a road sign that says,
Rocks," I don't close my eyes.
it's because I'm driving, but also
could be that I'd be driven to daydream
blinds, which incidentally
patented on my birthday.
are only two things most people won't interrupt
answer the phone. These are shitting and fucking.
will get up from the supper table, even if
call it a dinner table, and then tell the caller
eating dinner." Even if the caller is Mom.
if the dinner is reheated sushi. Ha ha.
one of those boxes that tells you who it is.
caller, not the box. What I really want
for the box to project the name and number
the ceiling of my bedroom, so if I'm just,
know, gilding the lily, because I'm bored
can't concentrate enough to read any more
in that big, unportable book I've been
over like a late period, I could
down the oscillating device and then
to some person I know, more or less.
have to remember to turn it off, though,
when there's somebody else there,
know, doing the you could call it a
Cure, only without words,
I wouldn't want them to ask me
that was, that name on the ceiling at 0300,
then I'd have to tell them