dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Dolan Springs

Ming was getting sleepy so we exited the freeway at Dolan Springs.  We found a closed library with free wifi, and I typed up two poems I wrote from the road.

Last night we stayed in Wickenburg, Arizona at a hotel that cost a hundred dollars.  The bathroom door hit the toilet and the door barely closed.  But it was quiet and I slept like a log.

Free poor breakfast.  The news was on.  It was a stupid kind of news and freeway status interruptions.  But that's okay because real news is fucking depressing.


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