for a song

(Photo: Jules Aarons, © The Estate of Jules Aarons )

Is it strange that I sing to my phone, “If you don’t know me by now, you will never ever really know me,” when it doesn’t recognize my fingerprint? Perhaps. But the oddest things do keep occurring in these particular times I find myself living through. Most of all I probably walk around looking as if I’ve just dropped something: staring at the ground around my shoes with an exaggerated pertinence. But, like some bit-part guy listed as The Boisterous Drunk in the…