Thursday in the Stationwagon

I’m sorry for saying I didn’t like it

It’s OK

I’m sorry if I made you feel bad about it

You didn’t

I was just jealous of the others

Really?

Yes. The Mike Lewis one, mostly.

Really?

Yes.

No.

I want you to be honest with me

Then that’s the one I’m jealous of.

OK.

I want my head to be heavy, too

But I know now that there’s different kinds of heavy

That’s true

Different styles can both be heavy

I want your honest opinion

But you gotta know that I don’t know

It’s like handing you Hamlet

Right

Saying, “read it, let me know what you think”

I didn’t understand a lot of what I saw tonight

I didn’t understand a lot of what we saw tonight

We are going down this alley.

Can we get out?

Like those toes

I didn’t like those toes.

We can take Upton

Down Upton

Over on Upton

And the toes,

They were schmaltzy.

There was something going on

And if we knew what her head space was like

We might say—

But should we have to know?

Should it need to be explained?

I needed Picasso explained

I needed to watch him paint

Picasso

And when I did, I saw how sick he was.

I understand Pollack more from learning about him

I don’t like Pollack

It’s not about liking, rather

Understanding

But I don’t really know.

Watch out.

What was it?

Birds. You missed them.