August 2016

The Soul In A Body by Yehoshua November is like an old Russian immigrant looking out his apartment’s only window. Yes, yes, he says. The landlord printed my name in block letters on the lobby directory decades ago. All correspondence has been forwarded to this address. But I am not from here. I am not from here at all.      

I was sooo appreciative to see the sun and flowers in the morning.  whew!  I hope I don’t have another night like that for a long ass time.