novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fuzzy omens it stopped raining when your flight landed. i can't help it, i always look for omens. a woman walking two frou-frou dogs at nine at night welcoming us to the neighborhood, shaking our hands while we untied the rope holding the free futon inside my car. you were too excited to sleep so you stayed up after three until six to make sure i woke up with my alarm, parked across the room due to the only electrical outlet. today after work we met the man who raises ducks and geese in his front yard. he asked for our names but forgot to introduce himself; he kept showing off ivan, his favourite goose. "she's a girl but we didn't know that when we named her. did we, ivan?" honk. inside a handmade sheepskin satchel slept two baby chicks, tiny and fidgeting. i ran my fingers over their feathers. your hair is the same colour as their down. you don't like it, but to me you look beautiful. 9:36 pm - 02.21.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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