February 7, 2015

    Joined the Racquet Club after the name appeared in what seemed to be a prophecy.  Cheap, so no second thoughts. No particular wonderment. Forgot when it opened or I’d be there now. Fighting off the whatever it is. . .  Wrote poems on a little table in the YMCA. Poems turned out to be about the YMCA. Trip south nixed by a clash of schedules. I think today will give me a day at the studio. Hungry for everything but breakfast, wanting it all at once.