The baguette did come in handy
as you said it would.
But how did you know?
There seem to be pieces missing.
Information out-of-sync.
Voices retreating
into wrong numbers.
And behind Door #2?
My iPhone.
Splattered - Dali-esque -
the victim of a hit-and-run cabbie
rushing home to dinner
and Reality Reruns
my email address bouncing
at 9th and Greenwich.
