Reading this morning
at Jasmin’s drinking
coffee outside ultra-
beautiful day waiting
now for crab fried
rice and 5pm poem
swap at Union
Square for dinner
then Joanne Kyger
and Anselm Hollo.
Message in my
phone from “the
snowflake ;)”
makes me drunk
with happiness
as I eat a smoked
salmon sandwich
with Ralph Fiennes
followed by
apple pie and
the gym. The
sun disappears
behind the St. Francis
Hotel. Salvatore
Ferragamo sun.
Pigeon sun and
trolley car sun.
Louis Vuitton sun
covered by
fragile tree
blossoms as
my foot falls
asleep.
