at Jasmin’s drinking
coffee outside ultra-
beautiful day waiting
now for crab fried
rice and 5pm poem
swap at Union
Square for dinner
then Joanne Kyger
and Anselm Hollo.
Message in my
phone from “the
snowflake ;)”
makes me drunk
with happiness
as I eat a smoked
salmon sandwich
with Ralph Fiennes
followed by
apple pie and
the gym. The
sun disappears
behind the St. Francis
Hotel. A Salvatore
Ferragamo sun. A
Pigeon sun and
a trolley car sun.
Or it is a Louis
Vuitton sun
covered by
fragile tree
blossoms as
my foot falls
asleep.
covered by
fragile tree
blossoms as
my foot falls
asleep.
