<nurkse's "emptiness"> 2002-11-25.12:09 a.m. Emptiness Dennis Nurkse All night I want you. Just to dream beside you like a man on a treadmill running in place. I wake before dawn and smoke a menthol Tiparillo the previous tenant left in my cupboard with a bottle of Roach-Prufe and the spring to a flashlight. At lunch in the park with you I feel nothing, I make puns, I break French bread, a piece for you, for your lover, crumbs for the birds. At dusk we go to the district beyond the airport to see our lawyer. He folds his hands and stares out the window. Among a million lights one is brighter than ever before. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad