Brenda and I watched Precious, with Jody.
A character says they watched Barfly.
They didn’t like it. “That’s Jack’s favorite movie,”
Brenda said. “We own it.” Jody laughed.
“I have the screenplay,” I said. I wondered why
Sapphire would slam a fellow poet and performance artist.
Professional jealousy, I guessed. I don’t like Raymond Carver.
W. C. Fields couldn’t stand Charlie Chaplin.