Poetry of Production
Value
At least something.
Off to good.
New year opens with a melt.
Chi-
nese characters appear as mild
impressions on the fold-out bed.
It’s to get warmer and warmer
through Thursday. I’m
not sure
what to do about that.
Perhaps
spicy green peas (rethinking
irony)? Blah. Too hot is no
good. But now? Everything
in my head and nothing to say.
Late on rent but Jamie says
I have a good track record
so that’s okay. Back
in
San Francisco start
reading.
Get something.
