richard brautigan walks into a store & buys everything but us. we are on sale & reaching our expiration date but richard brautigan has good taste. at home, richard brautigan measures the surface area of all richard brautigan’s regrets. the number is greater than the flavor of roasted beets & less than deceit. richard brautigan never pays for a massage. only once has richard brautigan stood on a bridge & yelled: i am a constipated vessel of wonderment. richard brautigan folds his socks into cotton cranes because he can, because he is richard brautigan & we are nothing but dented cans of food, pretending to be everything.