This tree is in the courtyard of a hospital in Rosemead, California, where a certain Doctor Carlos Figueroa quite literally saved my life 24 years ago this month. I’ve tried a few times to find him to thank him for this, but I’ve never been able to. He ended his practice and disappeared.
Day: November 17, 2022
Caveat: Poem #2298 “The signifying regime”
ㅁ The city gave reassurances, anonymous but palpable; the population did things, pursued goals and knew signs, all without guidance, all on their own, inventing, living, real.
– a nonnet.