of the other;

one day. i'll have written about everything.

of the self;

one day, i'll write about everything.

cannery row

i spent the day walking around cannery row.
thinking of that stink, that poem.
of steinbeck and mack and the boys.

it was spiritual and no one really understood.

friday

we spent our last hours together doing what we always do.
lying down and making plans.