2001/agent

The literary agent is
not someone you could
imagine knowing.
LA. Cigarettes. Bars.
A martini woman.
What are we to do
when the world aligns
itself so neatly
the way you would
expect it?
It prompts the worst,
a life of short-cuts,
full of people
we don’t bother to
move across
the room
to meet.

3/12/01