another gorgeous mushroom kisses. I’m attending a poetry
gravity and I think I ate most of it. I owe you 7 spinach kisses.
all those words I think Suzy liked it. esp. 9 red bell pepper kisses.
discovering language I was moved by all of the poems, inc. Santa Fe
and the poem about murder. he wanted a throw-away sentence like
we taped up my bedroom with montery jack cheese kisses. it felt like
I feel: tingly good and maniacal. don’t let me be dotty tomorrow.
I was driving to poetry this morning and I saw 4 fake bacon kisses.
they were on the jump-start list, chunking out phrases like Lincoln
lasagne & apolitical quiche followed shortly by Ginny O’s cheese rings.
