poodles

Today, at the bookshelf, fondled my copy of Ashbery's convex mirror. From the college years, though I can't really think of them like that.

Its orange spine is nearly all rubbed off. The pages are so uselogged I almost cut them up for scraps but the time and the place they got logged in are important to remember.

And while the actors practiced dropping their sibilant 's', I watched Lost Illusions (2021) and picked apart the dog's mats.