novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a realization between the very bald mr micheal stipe and my hair we might go swimming in micheal stipe's pool. i have to have some sort of contact with water every day. i learned how to swim before i learned how to walk or talk. i learned to forget my body in the buoyancy. i like the way my hair feels when underwater. it slides around my face like seaweed, the thinnest plaits of kelp, muffled hands, a cat power song. growing my hair until i fall in love won't be so bad if i'm underwater for most of it. 9:08 pm - 5.13.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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