island food

Today I need a walk because all this dancing is not enough.  Ming is constantly going through things and cleaning up.  I am constantly writing.  I have this fortune cookie journal with a different fortune at the top of each page, and I use them as poem prompts.  I write things I otherwise would not have written.  But none of the poems so far has been a real winner.

Last night we went to a-cafe and no one else showed up.  This was after the party where we ate island food.  It was delicious even though there was celery.  And I thought I didn't like bok choy.