92 DEGREES
monday was used up for me, exhausted, by the nine2five & drab carpet & indoor lighting. but! matea spent it lying on china beach w/friends & swimming in the salty waters of the pacific coast. & so… i pushed on w/the precarious gravedigger’s humor granted by such a vicarious existence.
evening came. something large & vague had switched off the bay breeze & turned the apartment into a top-floor convection oven. we retired to the swings near the fountain in huntington park, drank glass-bottled lemonade & ginger ale, & watched the local chihuahuas chase birds until dark.
