When I got home I wrote a play about the trip
and recorded myself reading it, in a monotone,
on a video tape. My white hair, white beard,
and white T-shirt against a black backdrop.
It was very film noir.
Very
Eating at Arby’s.
watching Seinfeld on TV, in Del Boca Vista.
When the show traveled to
the tape with it, and a viewer could watch me
reading a play about attending the show in
on a continuous loop, a sort of a latter-day, or post-modern
Tom Gaskin’s
What you have here is a tape that will tell you everything you want to know.
And then some. Be careful when you stare into the abyss it doesn’t stare back.
You are watching The Stepford Wives. You are a Stepford Husband.
Aiee, The Phantom. I think of people watching it,
and wondering if it’s me who’s crazy.