I’ll wake up now. On my first long-distance
train-ride to Boston. 9:20am. Happy I
can’t even describe. 4pm now my seatmate
a good portion of the afternoon Daniel
a skaterkid going home for Thanksgiving
asks me what I do. I say write. He responds
“that’s tight” asks me if I have any books
and I say I’m a poet. “That’s hella tight.”
Dinner talk. Older gentleman going on a
“genealogy expedition” in Salt Lake City.
5:30pm reservation. Back in dreamland
Coco comes running into the doorway
scared look on her face. She’s been lost
racing around like mad to find us. Try not
to drool too much on Daniel or the
fluffy Nevada clouds.
