Thursday, July 08, 2010

mccxvi

Earthquake happens
last night with Peter.
We sway away.   First
I’ve felt I was there.

Cat opens door with
Laurence, tall guy,
41 years old and
frustrated.   The

rest was just a
text of sevens
I met on Friday
night of the

power outage
when Mezzanine
collapsed.   David
talked and Alex

doted.   I’ve never
in my life ignored
most of the week-
end with Richard.

Philip was there,
too, dealing with
fruit.   Shaping it
into something.