[“Four years … I lived in The Tunnel.” – Nicanor Parra]
The Tunnel was built for streetcars, but now the place is used by bums. I don’t think of myself as a bum, not really, even though I’ve been here four years, maybe more. When there’s rain in the north, water rushing south floods the Tunnel and rids me of my accrued waste. I have a brief respite from the smell until there’s rain in the south, when the same old shit comes back.
[Signing Try Try Again at the Great Falls Book Festival:]