[Name Removed] says he likes chess but says that I’m a snob.
Realizing later how important it is to not be my mother, but
seeing (in more than just this apple pie) that I am her. Head
in hands, [Not Me] walks her from the Ferry Building to the
Market Starbucks between Fremont and Beale. Yesterday
a bomb was thought found in a Starbucks on Van Ness.
Today they’ve arrested a man. I can see the American
flag flop atop Embarcadero 4 through the whipped
cream. It points toward South as I (and yes,
it’s me; this fact cannot be denied) fly
to Little Rock for a mild headache.
