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After client
1 am
Hungry!

Want Thai
But none

Yelp points me
To some closed middle eastern joint

I walk back from 8th to 7th on 28th
Huge lines waiting to get into clubs

Between two of them
Soul Fixin’s
: a place like I’ve seen on brooklyn or queens…
Dead AC above the door
Cardboard on either side
Dirty yellow paint on the walls
But back inside by the counter
It’s chic, manhattan style
Bright white tent things . . .

The sweet potatoes were amazing
Collards
Jerk and fried chicken

Fucki’mstuffed

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You’d better do it

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Well…
I’ve got clients
I’m on the go
Things are happening outside
I feel
Mortmain

May as well keep them in my pockets

Making money
Under investigation
Hole in the wall…

I made love
This morning
To a man
With a gun
Strapped to his leg

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We’ll only rest when we get home

Or
go
go
go

A Canadian friend of mine is meeting me half way in Toronto
(he’s from the NWT)
I’ll be with him 3 days…
Then I hope to spend a few days on my own exploring the city
And meeting some of the people I’ve known on the interweb…

16th to…

Sent from an iPhone

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Night out at Figleaf
Three days of fruit fasting
Ended with birthday dinner of duck
Cocktails
Cake
Salvia
Sauna
Omletes
Tableaux

Now now now
On the way home
Days of clients…
3 today

But of course:
On yesterdays luscious offering
I prayed for work
Like we prayed for rain
Abundance all the same

The game of catch
Taught to most children
Goes on
Only if you throw the ball back

What game is this
R?… N?…
Where we find
Silence

And scrabble about for the ball
After it’s long been returned
Or pale substitutes
Rocks…

Perhaps I never thee it back to you…
Like the hundreds of emails I’ve received unread
Or maybe I use those to toss back…

Catch

How many conversations end in silence?
Mine or yours…

Hearts waiting for a return

Little bird
Dropping seeds
As if a surprise gift
For all our hearts’ persistent yearnings

Enjoy that
Disposable
Paper Towl
Anyway

While it lasts

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It doesn’t matter

dreams…