This blog is not about San Jose, really, its not! This is an experiment in the form of stream of consciousness...
I keep wondering who I sympathize with in this poem: my initial response is to feel sorrow for Rebecca - but then I think of Frank re-arranging the Subterraneans and liking the new order and I fall in love with him.
I love them both. This is wonderful. I wish I was good at poetry.
i'm not good at poetry either Caitlyn, i just fake it . . . i bet you could fake it too!
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