Desert
The desert is beautiful at spring—cactus flowers, warm sun.
Melvin, my cab driver, wanted to know about poetry.
Full flight + 42 lap sitting babies that did not stay in laps for the 4.5 hour flight to Los Angeles, en route to Tucson. Uncomfortable, loud, dangerous-scotch didn’t cut it.
Mammon: R spoke of javalinas, scary wild pigs. Mainly, we talked about poems and books and how much life sucks when you aren’t in college.
Lexington, Kentucky tomorrow.
