I was at the airport desperate

to find a rhinoceros.


I saw a man I was looking for, too,

but kept missing him. In the meantime,


I uncovered a covert Russian art deal

going down in a garage offsite in a desolate hangar.


I distinctly remember opening the front of the hangar

like a freight elevator. Someone’s mother called


on the Princess phone & said we were all out way past curfew.

Then three Japanese girls knelt at my feet, telling me I had wrapped


my leopard-scarved clogs incorrectly.


The cell phone text kept reading:

“ *SO ”.



Photo By: japp1967