there's so much going on, right here. you don't have to go anywhere, anyway there's nowhere else, no exotic place like home. the flotilla, the voice of the king of the hill shot, alice notley, cerebral hemorrhage. many poems go unread. kes and olive woke at 5, so did i, and kes is silent. olive slept and i wrote stuff down. it's a mystery where kes goes because we don't know.