My name is Podrigotuma and years ago I worked with somebody when I was about 20 and then

didn't work with them for ages and about 10 years later when I was 30 I worked with

them again.

We were in a meeting and they asked me a question and I gave my opinion and he looked at me

and said, my God, look who's grown up.

And there was something in that that made me, it gave me a chapter changed, go, God,

I suppose I have, something has changed.

And you know, you change in response to the people but also I think your own voice changes,

your own voice back to yourself where what it is I said to myself about myself when

I was 20, I don't have to say that when I'm 30 or 40 or 50.

That changes an invitation in art as well as in human experience.

The Smiley Barista remembers my name by Wo Chan.

Beauty on earth so blue, even the cheese flowers, a culture with no democracy.

Yesterday, for example, I ate the same sandwich I eat every week.

Eggplant roasted in red pepper, Iole, a focaccia jammed full by a rugula, capers sweaty in

browned water.

How have I come to love routine?

I'm thirsty and abashed.

The fabric of my childhood underwear, triple axles in the wind.

Wow, the whole neighborhood watches me do emails, go to therapy, she shed revenge for

forgiveness.

I said it, I forgive you, slipping like a keep beneath a door where never was a house attached.

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