First words. Sashimi combination B
OR the sexy Japanese guy across the way
(with his girlfriend – or without). Find
words. Talking in the steam room
(usually a no-no, but not this time) with
a guy whose brother is a professor at MIT.
He just got back from Chicago and his
apartment is sweltering. Making notes.
At the beach with the little green bug
yesterday and then to shabu-shabu
with someone I’m madly in love with
but will never work out. This way.
First something, then something else,
like Coco crawling up into my lap
and purring like nothing but sweet
love while I read Paterson, Book I,
Part III, pages 29 through 32. A
little shaky from a triple shot –
the sun slowly burns its way through,
10:01am Pacific Time.
