#AmericanWriters
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
For Marcia
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?