Eyeing one sticky handprint; left behind-- another's form, whisked away before I got there, just in time with an issue
"Field" Nobember of 2012, even though they don't print them in that month.
I had empty paper, a notebook. A story at a ***** table. I would write on top of all this, thoughts of avoiding the mess left, there, unwanted by others.
I have been wrong in as many ways as I have been right I have been wrong.
It's true, what Freud said: Wo ES war! [Where IT was!] Wo war es? [Where was it?] Wo ich jetzt bin! [Where I now am!] ES IST ICH [IT IS ME] ICH BIN ES [I AM IT] I am here. IT is Omaha, and in so many ways, it wasn't. ______