Did you see the moon in Tucson last night? I thought we were going to die. I was right. Then we sat in a booth at The Red Garter and made plans. One plan included finishing crossing the actual bridges in Europe some poets never finished crossing. We sat in the hot tub after we sat near the fire. The other fire at the other place is fake. We bowled at Cactus Bowl. Ohioan played. My key doesn’t work as well as theirs. I got a jacket. Thank you for the jacket. When I’m showering, I like to imagine a dog on the bathmat gnashing its teeth going aalckslkdrrrlkjlkrrrrrlkjgggl.