Бойцовский клуб

           Sigh. 

           Look.Outsidethewindow.Abird. 

           Mybossaskedifthebloodwasmyblood. 

           Thebirdfliesdownwind.I’mwritingalittlehaikuinmyhead. 

           Withoutjustonenest 

           Abirdcancalltheworldhome 

           Lifeisyourcareer 

           I’mcountingonmyfingers:five,seven,five.Theblood,isitmine?Yeah,Isay.Someofit.Thisisawronganswer. 

           Likethisisabigdeal.Ihavetwopairofblacktrousers.Sixwhiteshirts.Sixpairofunderwear.Thebareminimum.Igotofightclub.Thesethingshappen. "Gohome,"mybosssays."Getchanged." 

           I’mstartingtowonderifTylerandMarlaarethesameperson.Exceptfortheirhumping,everynightinMarla’sroom. 

           Doingit. 

           Doingit. 

           Doingit. 

           TylerandMarlaareneverinthesameroom.Ineverseethemtogether. 

           Still,youneverseemeandZsaZsaGabortogether,andthisdoesn’tmeanwe’rethesameperson.Tylerjustdoesn’tcomeoutwhenMarla’saround.