Monthly Archives: February 2002
Non mi piace getting the boot.
So The Lad sent me another one of my pieces–even from Munich he comes to my rescue. Thanks love. My biggest fear right now is that I might run into the Sicilian on campus somewhere and not have a biting remark ready to hand. If any of you have suggestions, I welcome them. See, I … Continue reading
I go out walkin’
I ate lunch in my favorite cafe in Berkeley today. My favorite used to be Nefeli of course, but the Sicilian got that in the divorce. He also got to keep the cat (which is fair as it nominally belonged to our roommate, even though it spent all its time with me), my comforter (which … Continue reading
I was a man but now I’m only a child…
Today I was all bones and little substance. I’ve given up eating meat, and apparently everything else as well. On the stereo the nice man says “If it takes a year to be anything more than a jellyfish, I will not tell you this.” I am not a jellyfish. I am an electric spinal cord … Continue reading