Tuesday, February 16, 2016

February 16, 2016

Worked out and then wrote poetry in the Racquet Club café, surprisingly conducive to such a thing. Maybe it’s the swimmers in the next glass room sliding effortlessly through their element. Lusted after the boy at the desk, then spilled coffee so he had to come and help me clean it up. It was completely accidental. Two burly men in the weight room discussing how hard they have to work to keep their bodies from falling apart at 37. One star as I left the gym, quickly clouded over. Bought an Amazon Echo. So far it has mostly played me music and told me what time it was when it was too dark to see the clock. It thought it lived in Spartanburg until I changed the address. Birds singing in my hollies in the dead of night.

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