I remember crisp French Fries in paper containers
that we carried in our hands like ice cream cones.
_____ A brown glass beer bottle protruded from his pocket.
We were walking to the cooperative studio space
_____where Jason's image was so effectively trapped
in a handmade cathode ray tube.

In the studio, an endless wordloop that I had written _____
(in which the word "deserve" was repeated
in seemingly unrelated sentences)
continuously emerged from Jason's open mouth
and continuously vaporized in the natural light.

I crumpled the empty paper cone into a ball
and tossed it into the trash can.
The trash can was full,
but there was no place to empty it.

..................................................... home