Monday, March 03, 2008

dcxlix

An ounce of self-doubt (hardly)
in Spokane.   Raw tuna at the
Samovar.   PROPHECIES
getting back to normal (he had
his palm read but he can’t
tell me about it).   I’m going
to move to Montreal.   Scrub
windowsills, dust, polish.
Meet up for chips and salsa
(he’s been so cold
it makes me miss the snow).