Myself I saw the first tender shoots of Gehry

  thumbnails planted two-and-a-half blocks from

the beach, Sydney Eastern Standard Time.

  That good ideas pitch us forward

is a mid-week provocation. This good idea makes

  the same old view newly visible, think high relief,

imaginative, if not imaginable. For example

  my tech friends pose like honest grammarians

and yet the tinselled evenings lapse. All the heavy

  furniture can be scrubbed back and sold on.

Just leave a cyclamen for me at the reception desk.

  Give a thought for other sprung apart things.

The network signal is too bad. I heard about a

  to-and-fro, that the people in question

are a phenomenon. And I saw the striking close-up.

  Some would argue we’re in the midst of a tactical

rainstorm, given the changeable

  definition of a rainstorm. But when will it rain?

I’m not blameless. The reception desk

  is overflowing with cyclamen. Have you ever

attended a worse party. I didn’t anticipate it.

  There aren’t any crisps. That person in the corner,

we started out as neighbours and were close for a

  time. Now we signal nonsense from across the park.

The park represents absolute finitude. It’s a sticky

  place; the infant years, childhood, adulthood

– no matter what, this park has problems.

  Sydney Eastern Standard. I figured that one out.

It’s the conclusion of a novel I’ve already

  decimated. My novel about venue closures.

But the people around me are looking

  more and more spirited, is it about posture.

They move in a silent figure-eight. What kind of

  party. I’m fearful of nearly every decision, so

I’ve altogether stopped opening my windows.

  That’s personal. Day and night. Myself, I. Let’s talk:

Say I Do Say Yes, will I need to supply and carry

  my own bricks? I can heat up the bean mix. Leave

a cyclamen at the doorstep if there isn’t any room.

  After the heavy furniture get rid of the lighter

items – table settings, cushions – especially get rid

  of what’s bulky. Please Forgive My No,

if it happens. I’m a maniac. That bulk seriously

  contributes – rid yourself of bedspreads, yoga mats

– and really, all of your linen. What would you

  do now with a word like honesty? There aren’t any

crisps. I’ll Probably Say Yes. I’d keep the wardrobe

  pieces that can be worn in multiple configurations,

like inside-out or back-to-front, or across seasons.

  It’s very good to plant out the seedlings, look how

cramped the roots. Next time. That’s something

  I know about. Look how colourful the salad. Look

how sequined the view. Look how dynamic they are

  as a couple. Look at that little dog running.

I can fill you in about everything.

  Don’t think I’m so sensitive as to have not, or never.