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1. because the belly grows out

2. because cars go everywhere

3. because tomatoes might say a lot

4. because one thing and then another

5. because some are whales

6. because of indecent colors

7. because of laughing

8. because of finishing

9. because of the ones who went before us

10. because nevertheless

HOTEL SPLENDIDE

THE GOLD FOIL PEELING

OFF

THE MECHANICS OF SEXUAL

WHEN THE GAS STATION WAS BURNING

FOLGER’S COFFEE

TO THIS DATE MORE THAN

WHEN I LOOKED DOWN

1939 – 1941

GO DOWN

IN SOUTHWESTERN

THEN IN THE THIRD TRIMESTER

CATHOLIC, SHE SAID

WHO

SAID THAT, I DON’T KNOW

WE RAN ACROSS THE STREET

MAX FRISCH

NOT ALLOWED

FIRED INTO APPROACHING CARS

SWIRLING LACE OF BUBBLY

SHORT-LIVED ATTENTIONS

 

 

The sun went down in an orange band across the blue horizon. The ocean blue as the sky, on the cracked cliff at Davenport I watched. Swells rolled into the cove, washing over the sand, breaking against high conglomerate rocky benches, spraying shining pools across the rock. Just inside the cove, a single tooth three stories tall, a pointed fang of black rock, stood against the spray. The Monterey headlands far to the south jutted out far from the bay like an island, separated by mist from the Salinas valley. Below, the kelp matted in a thick purplish dark wrack rose at points here and there from the water like the heads of sea lions, as if peering out, as the swells rolled in and crashed in bubbly lace pools of foam, spreading coronas of bubbles in the backwash. And the surf itself turned a tarry chocolaty brown by dense kelp, went inky black as the sun became a red orange fireball on the ocean and sank. And I recalled the last bit of a dream I had on awakening to morning sun: Tom Agawa in New York City on a summer’s day, offering me his cell phone across the table of a sidewalk cafe. “Here,” he said, “Lali’s trying to get ahold of you.”

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