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