Do not forget the netting. Whatever you have done to me I will not be carried away by it. To rejoice is a ghost of the mind chemically damning. So lip and impulse trained as virgin to sirens. As child: hello moon, hello moor. While the hands for landmark carry on trailing world I am looking at the lights filtering in from out the city…

When I was thirteen, I had a yearlong correspondence by mail and over the phone with Rodney Bingenheimer. A peculiar icon of the sixties and seventies, Bingenheimer had opened a famous club on the Sunset Strip; he was a live-in publicist to Sonny and Cher, he accompanied David Bowie to London, and through his adjacency, his fandom, and his…

My Pavels knew how to play soccer before I did ‘cus they played with socks rolled up into a ball in the streets in another life my name was Carlos they called me Charlie even my Pavels liked the ring of it. We used to save money for Nikes and cadenas and tamarind sweets maybe when lucky finessed some like when people leave their clothes out…