January 25, 2003


Sophia and I went for a walk in the West Village and I showed her the apartment where e.e. cummings lived for forty years, 4 Patchin Place. As we walked I taught her how to write haikus. She already knew what they were but didn’t know the number of syllables in each line. Soon everything she said became a haiku:

I need to pee bad
Where’s a place to urinate
Without buying stuff?

My hands are frozen
Did you hear? – frozen solid
Like hands made of ice

Soup is the best thing
Well, it’s one of the best things
Anyway it’s good

The soup poem was written in a restaurant called Sacred Chow. There we decided that everything good begins with an s – soup, sleep, showers, sun, and sex – though not necessarily in that order.