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I am a tiny wooden boat knocking against a falldown dock on a dark green river that tastes of iron and weeds.

I drift to the end of my painter and that’s as far as I go.

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Last night I made calamari a la Ezra.

Tentacles, rings, flour, salt, pepper, garlic aioli, lemon.

Sriracha and beer.

Thank you, Ezra. 

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I think if I make this for the woman on the verge with a lime chili dipping sauce I might keep her tethered to me a bit longer.

Say a hundred years or so.

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If you can’t be no damn good, be a good cook.

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I watched Sin Nombre last night and dreamed of bloody killings.

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Remember impermanence.

It’s real.

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Namaste.

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