We maintain a critical distance from the sad spaniel gentlemen in cravats on the plaid duvet at the Custom Hotel, Los Angeles. We are so over it. We fly from terminal to terminal almost endlessly. We are almost money. We can wait at high speed.
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Local anchors list the ways viewers might enjoy tomorrow. One says, “Get some great....”, but that seems like a stretch. The other snickers, meaning, “Where were you going with that?” Like you thought * Like you could defend vanity in the sense of idle conceit, vacuous self- absorption, doing whatever it takes to whatever because, really. * As if to say, “Conceit is the vacuum energy.”
Rae Armantrout was born in Vallejo, California, in 1947, and was part of the first generation of Language poets on the West Coast. She is the author of Partly: New and Selected Poems, 2001–2015 (Wesleyan University Press, 2016); Itself (Wesleyan University Press, 2015).