What happened

maria
why the hiatus?
let's haiku

Just Enough

I sorry
For my long absence.
No longer.

There is much I have
To say, but too few
syllables - oh no!

Summer rocks,
I likes both my jobs,
God is good.

More to come.
Until then, I think He's
Just enough.

To the man at The Only Cafe in Modesto with WiFi, with love from Steph

by Lisa

man with my macbook,
with notebooks only i use,
coffee in a mug

you're really scruffy,
look sort of like orlando
but not so elvish

or as cute, but still.
i'm not sure how to break it -
is this not awkward?

i just want to say:
isn't it cray cray* that we
are the same person??

but instead i just
sit there and e-mail lisa
lamenting. silence.



*crazy, in Steph-speak

A shout-out, II

sharon is such a
good friend; she knows what it's like
to walk in my shoes

and in my sweater
(the hot pink cardigan/shrug),
and my brown jacket.

A shout-out

sharon tang-quan, i
am writing you a poem;
this is your shout-out.

you are a creeper,
even if david barta
knows your middle name.

yeah, i guess it's weird
that your big game ticket is
up on his corkboard.

-- by Lisa, with the help of Anna, composed at House of Curries

Why can't Naan 'n' Curry cost a dollar?

Dollar Curry House:
aloo gobi was soupy;
i enjoyed it still.

but, naan underdone?!
even after waiting long;
it bothered me so.



[donna: come over and let's get some bhangan bharta!]

getting off early

my boss is so kind
he said, "if you're still here at
four, i'll be upset"