"It is impossible!"
the waiter tells Natalie Goldberg
...dessert -- after the kitchen has closed?
No way, her mortified, Japanese friend thinks
slinks after Natalie and the waiter into the kitchen
to see the playful imp, writing teacher of writing teachers
confront the chef -- Yes? for us? dessert?
and it is impossible, this life, love
sanity, sobriety
these could never happen
for me
the chef relents
she is too cute, this impudent American
and I feel a breakwall breached in my heart
the ocean of dreams threatens to flood reality
for me, for you
for all beings and non-beings
for the countless Buddhas
for the thus-come bums
for everyone
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