breakfast with an old college crush. show her the drawing she drew in my black sketchbook.
there is so much to clean out with my old life and new with nina. there are my past life and there is the new life.
her name is rosie
although she goes by roe too
so i'm reminded of a carver poem about
milk and roe
he has a way with salmon
if he were a chef instead of a poet
i could dine in his restaurants
and the salmon would be in my belly
instead of in my heart
the milk and roe spawning infinitum
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