June 14, 1972. Wednesday

When I used to focus on the worries, everybody
             was ahead of me, I was the bottom
          of the totem pole,
        a largely spread squat animal.

How about a quick massage now, he said to me.
I don’t think it’s cool, I replied.
Oh, said he, after a pause, I should have waited
             for you to ask me.

The waves came in closer and closer.