Line! Life is a miracle and/or a mirage. A random thought balloon makes a fake moon landing in meat space. My ears popping over the bathroom sink, I think therefore I suck, I suck, I suck. You should’ve seen your face… seeing your face… seeing your face… comic book versions of yourself, a bunch of scrunchy-looking motherfuckers, on a futile mission to retrieve the exactly right words from wherever they’ve been saved… stored… stuck. Writing towards the disordered world. “How’s the patient today?” Properly medicated, nonetheless a little punchy. I stay with her and her inner editor. We play guessing games, feeling for the misplaced caesuras, copying the choppy rhythms of social interaction, naming that actor, naming that film, without even searching IMDB. Olivia Newton John. Steven Spielberg’s E.T. Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again.” When the wheels can’t stop spinning, remember, we’ll be there, your ideal readers. Pinky swear. I Feel Fine by Olivia Muenz (Switchback Books, 2023).
