We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition.
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
Houses are full of things that gather dust
But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do