Oh Trinity, Oh Cartier, Oh Hotel Dorset
Thick red flowers dying in a window display
Color so plush a peninsula
A gorgeous silver trumpet
steams up from the dermis
“Once in a while, somebody is interested in what I might have to say. This somebody says, ‘I want to hear you out. I want to hear you out until there’s nothing left. I want you to tell me everything about yourself except the information. I want you to leave the information out. Can you do it like that? It will do us both a world of good.’”
Garielle Lutz