Like many things in fall 1988, this all starts
in a dark smoky place. A cafe
near campus.

She has opinions & confidence, long brown hair,
shockingly bright blue eyes.
Katie.

We moved to Chicago together years later,
mining that time in your twenties when everything
seems possible, nobody's married yet, and all we had
was time, cigarettes, some money, and each other.



Another writing exercise limited by one's phone number--each digit provides the number of words allowed per line. I wrote about this same relationship before, at its beginning & at its near-end.