novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- chapped lips personified after wiping down the four dollar plastic lawn chair, i hurled it onto the roof next to our small patio. a book and a packet of cigarettes followed shortly and thereafter i climbed over the railing, edged to the roof on my toes and landed there softly, smacking my lips. heather's keyboard notes sounded through the kitchen walls. i moved the chair to the corner of the roof-patch and opened my book. the new next door neighbors hesitated before unlocking their door, the man obviously searching for my name in his mind. EL-KA, he said it too loudly to emphasize that he had remembered it. silvio pawed over to me, the gigantic tiger striped hairball with green eyes the colour of our empty candy dish. hello mister baby, i said to him. he butted his head against my hand and offered me a cheek to scratch. 3:17 pm - 03.09.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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