chapter*Winnie
Press my reading flat When I go to Yoga today I will hand my money to Bob I am centered now like I am centered in that studio Turn the page;
beginquote emphIn the morning, our breakfasts were put through the hole in the door, emphin small oblong-square tin pans, made to fit, emphand holding a pint of chocolate, with brown bread, emphand an iron spoon. endquotenoindent Wooden spoon cracking in hot water Wooden spoon cracking with age; Chocolate cake when I was younger Licking the bowl with my sister and dipping our fingers
beginquote emphWhen they called for the vessels again, emphI was green enough to return what bread I had left; emphbut my comrade seized it, emphand said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner. endquotenoindent If I was a prisoner, perhaps of this nation —If our nation went to war— I would help the ones around me None of my friends would starve
beginquote emphSoon after he was let out to work at haying in a neighboring field, emphwhither he went every day, and would not be back till noon; emphso he bade me good-day, emphsaying that he doubted if he should see me again. endquotenoindent I want to find a copy of that Andrew Wyeth painting I want to get a print of that, frame it Maybe I’ll do that today after studio up on Westlake Boulevard There’s that Michael’s on the other side where I can have it framed