I am watching that new documentary about J.D. Salinger
I keep pausing because I find it somewhat unbearable
I go outside to have a cigarette
Or write a poem
I can't imagine Salinger would have cared much for the movie himself
The light from my window is infuriating
I wish I had blinds
I should go buy some blinds so that I can sleep through the mornings
I am never prepared for mornings
Before I started watching the Salinger movie
I watched this movie where the ending is so implicit in the beginning
That the movie is not much of a story at all
I am stuck in a driveway or at the foot of a staircase
Or I am wandering in circles around the base of a great mountain
Noting the foothills and exploring quiet empty glens
My apartment is empty save for me and the cat
That mews without settling on any specific want
But mews just for want of pretty much anything
The palm trees outside my window
Give an accurate reading of the weather
Lathered in sun and tickled by breeze
Not much of anything