Monday, February 08, 2016


All beauty must die...
          —Kevin Killian

Notice how life is a bit
droll without Stephanie?

Thanks again, gov’t!
Had lunch with Kim at

Polk Street Station, then
we went to Elmer’s

to pick up a cellphone
that someone forgot (I

can’t remember which
of us forgot it, which

is probably a clue),
after which we hung

with Yong for a couple
of hours at the Cinch.

Otto is depressed.  He
eats a strawberry while

I search for my lost
Blackberry.  “This

place is a bomb-trap,”
I’m thinking, but what

could I possibly mean?
Perhaps “booby trap?

Either way, aloha from
the non-natives.  We’re

always sorry that way.