Name “a window to somewhere and nowhere.” That’s enough.
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I go back to Capp Street # 3rd floor. Futon on the flooor. I can see Twin Peaks from the window in the am. No furniture, no TV. Margo says I am ridiculous. Because. I have only two things to eat. One: Half of a cheap can of caviar. Two: half a loaf of soft wheat Roman Meal bread in the shadows cutting across the tiny kitchen table. That’s it. Oh, and water — and the futon. And the sound of pigeons.
One time Ceci from across the street knocked on my door. Open it. I did. She had an incredible bowl of fresh cherries. How can I tell you? It was an unexpected gift. I live in a mind of blanks, voices, scribbles, on and off meditations and the windows to somewhere and nowhere. I can see Ceci’s house from here. And sometimes there are miracles that I do not notice… right in front of me. You would think a poet would notice them.
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