: howling, arctic wolves are invisible and soar past windows. The school may be tilted, dust falls sideways. Chasing wolves or are being chased? Like walking on sand. Currency exchanging on my desk; five dimes, four pennies, three nickels and not one quarter. Oh.-sensei shows me Vietnamese and Singapore coins. She and F.-sensei went to Singapore two years ago. The snow held back for four months. Reading Poet Be Like God in front of the kerosene stove. Love reading about San Francisco and the Bay Area though we’re talking fifty to forty years ago. Jack Spicer coming, leaving, coming, leaving his friends and writing, teaching, yearning, and desire. A. meets me while I push dust with my red shovel. The two of us and B. trek downtown to Natts Berry Farm for cocktails, smoked salmon salad, ポテトフライ, and pizza. Rolling slices of pizza and eating them with chopsticks.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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