Thank God I'm still writing.
[and then I ran out of weed]
But I remember Oscar Wilde.
I remember his smartness
and the way he made me think in Argentina.
I had a real hunger there,
like a food hunger, as well.
Perhaps it's not the season,
but the months that give my fingers jitters.
Those on the other side of me and my months,
like zodiac signs.
It's the months of summer in the northern hemisphere,
come fresh from the Spring Offensive.
