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: Sit thee down and put them on
- 2: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 3: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 4: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
- 5: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 6: When I invited Frank and you back to mine for a mange tout when I meant ménage à trois
- 7: The shadows on the walls don't recognize me anymore
- 8: Well, you can't tell much from faces
- 9: This po-mo stuff is nice, but it's irrelevant to the way I feel right now
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