their city saturday
A note, an indiscretion, an inconsolable otherhalf.
Scorned parlay, strained loyalties; low cries and recriminations.
I walked, driveway littered with torn hair and burnt omelette.
A strange day at the Safehouse Matsuzaki.
March 5, 2011
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