+42° 57' 4", -71° 26' 9"

Don’t go back to Famous Dave’s. There is no one to hold on to there. The clattering of gathered mistakes is lovely and simple, inviting angels and elegies. I have no proof and this is no argument, but that waiting room was radiant and saturated. Rilke knows: for all the incessant whispering, endurance is all. Find tomorrow between the river and the rock, and imagine lonesomeness wasting in sunlight.

+42° 26' 8", -71° 27' 29"

It is a new moon and you are three. Breathe with your stomach, and compile your Rings of Headrick: it will feel like remembering. May support and love, in alternating order, find you each morning before light breaks. May your motorcycle be less beautiful than you.

+42° 24' 1", -71° 6' 45"

Coffee (dark roast, thin brew, black) and fresh guacamole; low seventies and partly cloudy; cinnamon and chocolate milk; insulin and corn chips; limes and garlic and salt; CD3s and astronaut gum at gas station registers for $0.24.

+43° 7' 14", -71° 28' 55"

The disappointment is ankle high, always. The auditorium is empty and ringing. The baying is pure and determined, without a trace of malice. Two pumps, four chambers, clearing.

Dedicated to Ellie Greenwich.

+43° 35' 35", -71° 44' 35"

If evil is a wave fattened by countless puckish cowardices, then good must surely be nourished by those who hold hands in a tiny town.