—Hey, you! Yeah
you, listen man, you're gonna have to leave. It's nothing
personal; actually, it's way personal.
—Yeah, I know. Yeah, I did,
but...look man. I wasn't thinking. Yeah, OK, I
know...I invited you. I admit it...and the others, too...waddayou
want" I said it...I invited you.
—But, look here...it's my head.
It is my head.
—Oh, no, come on, man. You.
Yo! That's my art stuff you're messin with. Damn, I
was just starting a new gourd, and I can't even find a place to
write
in peace. It's messed up. I'm done with...all
that trash talk and whining and plotting...you never give it a
rest...I can't even sleep anymore, so gather up
your gear and your buddies and leave.
—What...invited you? I know
that...I know that, but look here, man, it's over. Move
on.
—You're trashing up my mind.
I'm done with this.
—Out. Everyone, listen up.
Please leave. Please leave, Now.
—Emily, Alice, hang on. I want
to talk to you, and look, here's Billy, it's cool.
LeClizio and Prevért are over there and listen, I just met
Helen—she's got some sweet sci-fi on her. We'll talk; it's
all good.
—Sylvia, Sylvia, look, I'll give you
a call; it's just not good right now...too much darkness.
Alice? No, it's not the same thing...the girl is sweet,
even in her despair there's light. Come on, SP, you're
special, but not right now. Syl, please, I'll call.
Later then. Don't change. Yeah, I love you, but tell
the others to piss off.
—I'm just gonna tidy up my mind a
bit. what a mess.
—Who's down for some chilled Merlot
in a little while?
—Tony Cardoso
31 July 2008
Billy Collins
Sylvia Plath
Jaques Prevért
G. M. LeClezio
Alice Hoffman— Green Angel
Helen Klages—Portable Childhoods
