Morning, fuckers.
Please find below another food poem (to go along with these). Also: Little Engines Issue Six, and some film pics.
Hope you’re good.
-Adam
West Hollywood Sushi Spot w/ Vampire Weekend
Early days, in LA
on a reservation their manager made
I panicked
and picked the chicken skewers
In a cold sweat
embarrassed
I stepped outside
and faked a phone call for 20 minutes
Back at the table
it’s possible
they hadn’t noticed my exit
or my order
They were just talking
about TV shows
clothes
and other restaurants
I chewed
lonely chicken
while they shared fascinating fish
for the table
Little Engines Issue Six
The new issue is out. The writing is excellent, and the paintings paired with the pieces are insane! Find it here. A print version is in the works, too.