Thank you for the box of cookies
called Compliments. I like things
like that. On the bus from Nogent
to Paris, a nun helped foist my luggage
out of the aisle. I dont care too much
for France but I liked cutting through
the hay fields on a bike in the rain
not knowing whether I was feeling it in
the same language. I like that
there are silos everywhere. Mark.
You look cold in your face. You
look so cross with me I cant stand it.
I am going to break into 1000 candles.