1. A key difference, among many, between grocery shopping in SF vs. grocery shopping in Arkansas is that not producing a reusable bag (bright orange, covered with little paler orange kitties no less) in the former would induce the death stare and result in great embarrassment, while producing a reusable bag in the latter results in great confusion ("You wha...? You mean you want me to put your eggs in that ...?").
2. I have somehow accummulated close to 30 pairs of shoes here, and I don't even live here for reals and it's been only three months tops. I can't remember how that happened, but I'm not sure how I'm going to move all this stuff back to SF.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett