I think I’ll go to bed now.
Or soon. Keeping a journal
is something a younger writer
did. (Douglas A. Martin)
Walking to the Chinese rest-
aurant on Geary between
Clay and Washington that
IS NO LONGER THERE?!?
For emphasis, pictures
from the party that took
place a week ago yester-
day. I wanted to keep
writing and More than
anything I wanted to keep
writing. What is my story
(another overused phrase)?
What I am wearing now?
Doing something danger-
ous for years. Or at least
it feels dangerous. New
words are like that. To
make fresh things like
APPEARANCE and
SAYING THINGS ALOUD.
And so I hustled. The
pair of blinders that I’ve
been wearing (like false
promises) and have loved
for years but cannot find
anymore.
