September 6, 2011:

She reads to me from her journal. Automatic writing, interesting passages on Malcolm X, but, from deep inside the Surrealists, the early 20th Century Avant. Predictable: these and the Beats are what's available to American grad students in poetry at this moment in history. My lack of enthusiasm catches her by surprise.

Beautiful: long red hair, cowgirl boots. Men stare when we're out.

Borrows a volume of Rimbaud which her girlfriend will later return.