novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- patience, lass, patience it is four forty-five pm and i have "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" in my head. i'm hyper. tomorrow is turkey day but in an hour and fifteen minutes david and i are going to the parkway for a free movie. after that it's pack pack park park i'm in san francisco sleeping on my brother's couch with the family pets that drove up especially for this occasion. they will have come up with my parents and grandmother, everyone squished into a white van because my dad is a dork. and i even miss him and the way he never listens and squeezes my neck too hard and smiles without using any of his lips, just teeth and cheeks like a bratty little kid. my dad is hairy. my brother has inherited such body hair; once he made me shave it off his neck with a disposable razor. we both learned never to go that way again. "g" "o" "d" that smarts! ingrown hairs bothering the grumpy trimmed brother bothering me. whine whine whine, i miss my brothermine even though he makes me pick out his clothes (which i secretly like), he steals my music and movies, and sometimes even my shampoo. and my mother, oh my mother. i'm scared to see her because i know she'll be in pain. the hmo postponed her second epidural until december 12th. i never want to see her hurting because when i was little and she was fat hugging her felt just like sqeezing four down comforters together at a department store. you hug them and then you sort of fall into them, knowing they support you, they love you back. i saw mommy kissing santa claus. 4:48 pm - 11.21.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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