—Tim Dlugos
Otto is getting his
eyes examined
next door. He can
never see what is
(clearly) right in
front of him. Or
else he forgot it
was there. Or it’s
just a bother to
try.... I’m at
the hippest
Starbucks ever
sipping a hot
cocoa. This is
where I wrote
“Love Poem
(Tentative
Title).” An
odd thing
to remember.
Back then it was
Torrefazzione. It
is a chilly day in
San Francisco.
They’re even
talking snow(!)
in the hills,
the Seven Hills.
Everything looks
pretty now. I do
wish Otto were
here to see it.
