earth, guilt, poem, redheads.
—Michael Friedman
We run in the same circles. This is
about girth, about treading on thin ice
directly after the Ice Festival. It’s
dumb to even mention. I saw
Fred in Union Square helping prepare
for a show I believe he mentioned.
There is pain in my right knee
today. The side pain (while I sleep)
has gotten worse, even though the
doctor gave me an antibiotic pre-
scription. A prescription for anti-
biotics. Yesterday’s quiet hour
on Angel Island was so fantastic,
and it disappears into darkness.
