did you get enough love, my little dove?

I have this statue on my desk of St Francis, I think.  Someone would love it.  I need to find that person and give this statue to them.  Maybe they'd want it at the Catholic Worker.  It's looming like a giant over my little Durga and Krishna statues.

Cleaning my desk is a constant need.

Today I attempted to clean up some poems in my fortune cookie notebook, but they kind of resisted that.  I tinkered.  I tried.

Ming's taken Little Sir Echo to the mechanic and I'm listening to music I never should--Carrie and Lowell.  It's fuckin' depressing!