Quetzal
August 18, 2011 in Poetry
If I get up early, I can have coffee and a cigarette
at the café on Polk Street before work. It goes:
Order, pay.
Brown sugar.
Half & Half.
Cinnamon. Stir. Read the rest of this entry →
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Quetzal
August 18, 2011 in Poetry
If I get up early, I can have coffee and a cigarette
at the café on Polk Street before work. It goes:
Order, pay.
Brown sugar.
Half & Half.
Cinnamon. Stir. Read the rest of this entry →
Quetzal
August 18, 2011 in Poetry
If I get up early, I can have coffee and a cigarette
at the café on Polk Street before work. It goes:
Order, pay.
Brown sugar.
Half & Half.
Cinnamon. Stir. Read the rest of this entry →
Quetzal
August 18, 2011 in Poetry
If I get up early, I can have coffee and a cigarette
at the café on Polk Street before work. It goes:
Order, pay.
Brown sugar.
Half & Half.
Cinnamon. Stir. Read the rest of this entry →
Quetzal
August 18, 2011 in Poetry
If I get up early, I can have coffee and a cigarette
at the café on Polk Street before work. It goes:
Order, pay.
Brown sugar.
Half & Half.
Cinnamon. Stir. Read the rest of this entry →
Quetzal
August 18, 2011 in Poetry
If I get up early, I can have coffee and a cigarette
at the café on Polk Street before work. It goes:
Order, pay.
Brown sugar.
Half & Half.
Cinnamon. Stir. Read the rest of this entry →
Pilot Light
August 8, 2011 in Annoying Things, Panic!
Last night, my roommate and I found that there was no hot water in our apartment, so we guesstimated that the pilot light must be out on the water heater. I called my mom. She said “Outed pilot lights are dangerous, you could die!” (I hadn’t known this.) Meanwhile my roommate and I couldn’t even find the place where the pilot light might be, and kept joking about blowing ourselves up in increasingly nervous voices while we fiddled around, touching the heater’s trickier looking parts. My mom told us to call PG&E. Read the rest of this entry →
Pilot Light
August 8, 2011 in Annoying Things, Panic!
Last night, my roommate and I found that there was no hot water in our apartment, so we guesstimated that the pilot light must be out on the water heater. I called my mom. She said “Outed pilot lights are dangerous, you could die!” (I hadn’t known this.) Meanwhile my roommate and I couldn’t even find the place where the pilot light might be, and kept joking about blowing ourselves up in increasingly nervous voices while we fiddled around, touching the heater’s trickier looking parts. My mom told us to call PG&E. Read the rest of this entry →
Pilot Light
August 8, 2011 in Annoying Things, Panic!
Last night, my roommate and I found that there was no hot water in our apartment, so we guesstimated that the pilot light must be out on the water heater. I called my mom. She said “Outed pilot lights are dangerous, you could die!” (I hadn’t known this.) Meanwhile my roommate and I couldn’t even find the place where the pilot light might be, and kept joking about blowing ourselves up in increasingly nervous voices while we fiddled around, touching the heater’s trickier looking parts. My mom told us to call PG&E. Read the rest of this entry →
