After dinner, we drove out to Point Judith. The fog was so dense that we could barely see the waves spilling on the shore, never mind the lighthouse; it pearled on our hair and clothes and we could hear the foghorn sounding. Someone had built a fire up near the jetty (whose existence I had to take on faith: at one point there was a lighter fluid flare-up that reflected volcanically off the waves, but the jetty remained invisible), but presently it went out. When another car turned up the road, a colorless rainbow formed in its headlights. My hair smells like damp salt and woodsmoke. There is a Siamese cat investigating my backpack. Spooky found me bitter lemon soda at the supermarket; Caitlín read me the preface and first chapter of The Red Tree. I’m tired enough not to shower before I sleep. I’m really very happy.
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- 1: Here we are half-awake
- 2: We just want to go to a stately home built in the Georgian style
- 3: Sit thee down and put them on
- 4: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 5: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 6: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
- 7: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 8: When I invited Frank and you back to mine for a mange tout when I meant ménage à trois
- 9: The shadows on the walls don't recognize me anymore
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