The vistas are a smiling ship on the ocean.
About to barf if I read another conversation
with yourself. Didn’t I want to add my
voice? We drove out past Half Moon Bay
with Curran and Masashi this afternoon to
a pumpkin patch. To pick pumpkins. It was
lovely in all possible ways, sitting in the back-
seat holding Otto’s hand while he slept. Barf.
Looking out at the beautiful sky. Passing
Spindrift Road. Having a pie at the patch.
And oh, the maze. I never made my way out –
could not find my way out of the lovely
hay maze. Did someone have to come
find me? Rescue me? Here I am,
backwards, pestered at 4am. Around
8:30, touching. This is the real me.
