novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's an oxymoron. like "gated community." i missed the exit going to pick up david last night, had to double back after lake shore avenue. at the light i imagined wings popping out of the sides of my volvo and turning me towards him, giant plastic wings like on toys. and the button to release them would be on the hood, just behind the manual sunroof. i'd roll the sunroof open and reach back, and then pop. i'm flying. i missed lunch today because roy is a bit of an asshole. now i'm imagining food already in my belly, taking away hunger pangs, leaving me in the magic place between full and empty, fast and slow. pop, i'm flying. 1:33 pm - 8.14.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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