FLORIDA WRITER: A PI NOVEL
is like a cross between Swamp Hoyden
and Women, except I didn't fuck anyone but
my wife. I didn't pick anyone up in a bar.
No groupies came to my house during the day,
when Brenda was at work. I didn't go anywhere,
I didn't do anything. My imagination wasn't even
that active. As for my memory, there wasn't anything
to remember. My life was boring. Maybe it's more like
a cross between Dangling in the Tournefortia and Sept-
uagenarian Stew. The poems just came boiling out.
I was always in my room, writing. I can't write a love story.