Lonely enough - Page 2

Taqueria San Jose

We were standing outside of Sockywonk's, whispering, so as not to wake her neighborhood's dogs and babies.

I already knew the answer (no), but anyway I invited the Maze inside. I wanted his burrito, and never have I meant a thing more literally. He had most of his rejected dinner with him, in a bag. If he didn't want it, I did.

Does my longing speak for itself? Does it have a name, or fish in it, or poetry? It kills me how few people have ever even heard of Richard Brautigan. *


Daily, 8 a.m.–11 p.m.

2830 Mission, SF

(415) 282-0203



Wheelchair accessible

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