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My friend came to the same restaurant I did but in the wrong neighborhood-- or we were both in the wrong, neighborhood--, so I had noodle soup alone, between the two mirrored walls in back of the shop. Me and my dirty dividing replicas, not "I" but "he" on the phone with her, choosing a different date. I ate the jalapeno, seeds and all, that floated in the soup...
I had just gotten a book of Lydia Davis's stories from the library on the way to the restaurant planning what I'd talk about with my friend, so I was thinking like Lydia Davis and watching dogs, after, as I walked back to my job. Dogs: one lady lifted her dreadlocked terrier to sniff the toddler the dog was straining at, with one hand under the dog's jaw so it wouldn't nip. One man embraced his friend one-armed and kissed his cheek while his dog did a three-quarters loop around the man's friend (the leash hand was the one in the embrace, feeding out leash as it lifted-- you know the kind) to sniff the friend's tote bag. There was turkey sausage sticking out of the tote bag, and in the sidewalk puddle at the men's feet time was being divided up by tiny flecks of rain.
I had just gotten a book of Lydia Davis's stories from the library on the way to the restaurant planning what I'd talk about with my friend, so I was thinking like Lydia Davis and watching dogs, after, as I walked back to my job. Dogs: one lady lifted her dreadlocked terrier to sniff the toddler the dog was straining at, with one hand under the dog's jaw so it wouldn't nip. One man embraced his friend one-armed and kissed his cheek while his dog did a three-quarters loop around the man's friend (the leash hand was the one in the embrace, feeding out leash as it lifted-- you know the kind) to sniff the friend's tote bag. There was turkey sausage sticking out of the tote bag, and in the sidewalk puddle at the men's feet time was being divided up by tiny flecks of rain.