It’s 12:28 AM, it’s almost december—no, it is december, and the globe is warming, because it’s been 60 degree days and nights, here in New York City, and I hear over on the west coast, San Jose, they’re reaching record lows—record lows, not of the past years, or decades, but of recording’s beginnings low—in the 20s. and my balance is all shook off

my world turns, like the world turns, and I can’t feel if I’m off or the world’s wobbly.