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Tangled Up in California

Walking in the city (Should we make a left, Michel? Should we? If you’ll follow, I’ll do it. Let’s get texual.) Berkeley at twenty and every grocery store might be that Supermarket so I’m looking for angels in the skins of watermelons, feeling up peaches and cantaloupes, looking for answers underground—cornered Henry Miller last night and it was Sexus in the stacks. 

Maybe it should have been Madrid— someplace that has no spaces which need to be written into existence.

silently agree we’ll try for more tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow because the plains are vast and Madrid, well, Madrid will always be shimmering.