Shel Graves' Sensorium

Taste: acai, pomegranate, banana puree Touch: coarse tufts of matted fur Smell: lilac Sight: red tulip spears, French press coffee grounds thick as earth Sound: cello Extra : What does it mean when I dream of missing Michael?; all the things I don't remember doing; remembering hidden knowledge: history

Taste: a chocolately black coffee Touch: a cold can, thin aluminum Smell: sweet misty carnations, the floral shop Sight: the arc of yellow tulips bent by snow in April; snowflakes the size of cherry blossoms falling on cherry blossoms Sound: the gurgling in my stomach is really the rain on the roof; The smoke hut: "Those Starbucks bitches all go to McDonalds." and "My grandfather smoked all his life. He died of lung cancer at age 46. My father smokes too." Extra: crying because Richard Brautigan's In Watermelon Sugar is out of print