I just received a coupon by e-mail 

that would save me two-hundred bucks on a botox treatment.

Maybe I will wait though.

I still seem to impress random guys

on the subway

at concerts

at birthday parties

while doing residencies

while taking classes.

But hey,

one was born in nineteen-ninety

the others are boring

or too dark

or not dark enough,

and need to wear woolen hats their sister made them

to control the anxiety I cause them.

Most of them can’t tell “your” from “you’re”

which, I’m sorry, is enough to turn me off.

“tty 2moro...”