Buffalo ‘66

               The internet’s teeth chatter

         sounds like typing 80 wpm on the ice plane

                of the stupidest memory of Vincent Gallo

 handing Dr. Glassberg the “artsy” photographs

                             OF A SCONE

   yes, a cranberry scone in black and white

                 that he took at the next door coffee shop.

The cranberries looked like black flies eating their own birthplace

        and how would I know that? Because when I thought everyone

had left, I opened the door of Dr. Glassberg’s private office

     and touched and inspected each photo, each rounded scone

 like I was touching Vincent’s celebrated cheeks

            and then Kathy, the hygienist, crept in

                     and said “all he wanted was sex.”