Blog,
I did not expect to feel the then and there on St. Valentines day:
I had a dream about a friend who lives in California (I think). We were smoking inside and dancing and trying on outfits from a rack of clothes for a film she was shooting.
I tried to send my uncle a funny text. He is so smart and coy. I hope he knows I think about him often. It is difficult to get to San Francisco, but I hope to see him soon. (I couldn't think of the right thing to send.)
I read Lyn Hejinian's writing on George Oppen's, Of Being Numerous. Though I only thought of the teacher who showed me the poem. "We have chosen the meaning / Of being numerous" (Oppen). I hope she is well. In an email, she said she is rooting for me--I am rooting for her too.
I think of my friend in Vermont when I see lake Michigan from above. I want her to believe it is an ocean.
I think of my friend of who drew a map when I asked if they could look up directions for me, as I left their home. I pinned it to my wall. I remember the woman cleaning her clothes in the open fire hydrant, hanging them on a line she fastened above the sidewalk. I remember meeting my friend in a city far from where we know each other.
I think I will live in another city. Soon. Today I will eat curry and dance and write to poetry. Chicago is still full of fortune.
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