Weasel: I like it. At first I thought maybe it ought to be prose, because I could imagine it as such ... but when I tried reading it as prose, it lost the charm it has in its present form. I especially liked the "perfect pale" ... that just fitted so beautifully. I reckon go ahead and share it with all your friends and family. At worst, they'll think you're pretentious, maybe slightly weird; at best, they'll consider you some kind of edgy, creative genius or something.

Ada: The creepy thing about that poem is, I hadn't spoken to that girl in quite a few months. Then, about a week after I wrote Portobello Girl, she got back in touch out of the blue and we've been in pretty regular correspondence since. Really weird timing.