Right now I am preparing to drive to Muncie. First showering, then I'll stare at a closet full of flannel and expensive jeans and decide what to wear. The baseball cap I choose is really important. It's like tying off the bull's balls before a rodeo. Like unwrapping the cupcake first, then filing your mouth with frosting.
I'm looking at a pile of poems and don't know which to read. Maybe I'll write something new.
I expect to be greeted by veiled dancing women, some Persian rugs and maybe a chest full of jewels. Or maybe just a cold beer. Any of those things would be nice.
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