dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, May 11, 2017


I've been lonely.  So last night we lingered at Freedom House as our friends ate dinner.

And this morning I went with Ming to serve the hungry though Thursday isn't my usual day.

I've been writing lots of letters.  Lots of poem-bits too.

Last night we went to Kung Fu tea, which was fun.  We parked perpendicular to a No Trespassing wall.  There were dirty dumpsters and oil dumpsters.  A rat trap, a random litter box.

"I need something interesting or witty to say," I told Ming.

"Hmm," he said.


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