Yesterday was fantastic, despite the snow (I thought it was really bright outside. I was shocked too, Birk. ) and Alex missing the train and the viscous squirrel attack on my person. Oh, yes, Birk, there was this squirrel in a carboard box eating a cake. He let Molly and everyone else pet him, I go to show my affection for woodland creatures and he latches himself to my arm, refusing to let go even when I shake him around. From now on I will be very wary of gazebos that house squirrels.

I wrote on the train:

live to tell the tale
November in the city
one squirrel's bravado


there's a man next to me on the train
herbal cigarettes and faded jeans
his glance averts to the roadside
gridlock transit, frozen sidewalk
he ignores my notebook, second-hand grace
it's almost supper, patient gentleman


Last night was fantastic. it was one of those times when everything is amazing, even if the movie is bad or you lose a glove. "the road is icy, watch out Darling" he says some of the funniest things, and we're both so strange, but it works so well.


ash @ 4:29 PM