I can take it like grapefruits and I love them when I find them when the table's clear and all that running water amounts to something useful like a warm bath. No use expecting quiet. Across the street the old apartments been gutted. Another morning's a crawl space an entire city seen through our desires a thrust a willful inversion the ominous passive wearing conceit of god the lack of snowy snowy days.
Notions are fixtures.
What she didn't see from the oth er end of her phone money a check from someone wealthier than me almost anyone bringing tears to our eyes or boats that weren't boats at all and did not mean therefore could not sink. If you are in New York can stop looking for proof of any one thing-look don't stop seeing open your eyes and wider love those big fat eyes.