I Saw Eric Doerfler at Panera

I saw Erik Doerfler at Panera! Should I turn this into a homo hop song like Cazwell's I Saw Beyonce at Burger King?

Eric is one of the Knights of the Round Table of Harrisburg Poetry. And yes, we have women Knights, so don't get huffy!

He had a laptop and he was typing away.

He looked very good, as though he were aging backwards. He looked as though he would be well-cast as the male protag in a filmic adaptation of a Kundera novel.

Oh, I don't know which one. Immortality?

Not Lightness because Daniel Day-Lewis already fucked that one up.

I asked him who had died. When I see old friends I've lost touch with that's always the first thing I ask. Cheerful, aren't I?

But I also tell people they look good if they look good and he did.

We speculated briefly on other poets and writers from the Harrisburg past, but it wasn't like a Harry Chapin song.

I suggested that one of them was probably reading a poem about her vagina to an audience tonight in State College or Towson, Maryland. Even though she's like ninety.

Her vagina, like Anne Sexton's, is immortal.

I think more sexual organs should be immortalized.

Vaginas get immortalized more than penises in poems.

Is that fair? I think not.

My mother was with me. I got a Raspberry tea. She got a hazelnut coffee, a pecan brownie slice and a sunset.

I got the sunset too.

It was a very Blade Runner sunset. Like the one at Tyrell Corporation right before they administer the Voight-Kampff test.

When they lower the smoky quartz tinct glass window thingie.

I like when Rachel says "I should be enough for him."

I like when Leon says "Time to die."

I like a lot of things about Blade Runner.

I saw Eric Doerfler at Panera.

Did I mention that already?

Panera needs to find a way not to let everything dry up. Most of the pastries were desiccated. My mom enjoyed her brownie though. It was one of the few semi-moist things.

The cashier would make more money in porn than at Panera.

She had a Dorothy Stratton thing going on.

She is probably hiding her immortal vagina under a bushel.