Memory #22

One winter evening, my roommate Amy and I walked over to her friend Ahmet's place. He lived above a pizza parlor in a pretty old building. His place was so nice, floor to ceiling windows, white white walls, a small kitchen with a great built in booth made of pine. While Amy and Ahmet made dinner, I walked around Ahmet's living room looking through his stacks and stacks of books. That is when I discovered Cole Swensen's Noon. Which is the best book of poetry I have ever read. I think of that nite often. How everything felt right and free. The nite before I moved away from Iowa City, I had a going away party and filmed the party. My friends left me little messages. Ahmet told me in the video that I was the color yellow.