dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, January 14, 2018

great title

We got a new small frying pan.  We're calling it Tink because it makes a tinking sound as it heats and cools.

Today we have a 1 pm meeting.  Then at 4:15 Ming's getting picked up to go help with a big donation.

Last night we were at A's house.  He fed us blood orange, cupcakes baked the night before, tea with lots of ginger.  He read to me.  I told him stories, like the stories of picking mandarins and planting an orange tree.

Yesterday I wrote a poem that's in six parts.  I guess I had a lot to say.  It's called "Chelsea, Marcus, and the Immortal Potatoes."

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