Had a terrific line in my head
while exercising last night!
Can’t remember it
sitting next to a mirror
at Coco500. Can’t think
anything at all except
how I’ve aged.
Today’s feast is
no more poetry than
this burger. Coffee’s
brewing: Dunkin’ Donuts
for Old Boston
(Ed Barrett’s and mine).
And then I’m in Berkeley—
Shan Chat House, I
could be wrong with the name.
Indian, cheap and delicious.
Saturday morning,
new materials for
shirt-making, Frjtz
with David, Central Y
for racquetball,
veggie samosas,
three handjobs (same
hand), fish & chips,
and the Galaxy Theater
for Baran. Amazing.
Now I’m watching
the baby sleep,
doesn’t look like I’ll
get any cheek tonight.
Making lists my
answer. How are
you?
