novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- oblong uncomfortableness i am thinking of sad things like tubes and ties and check stubs. too-small beds with toes poking out, hitting against the wall. an uncomfortable bath. the stomach is whining and hot. i had two dreams last night. -- sitting on the ventura boardwalk in giant sunglasses and long hair playing the guitar on a rectangular cement bench, a friend-of-a-friend i never really knew he sat beside me and punched out the melody on a tiny children's keyboard, his thin arms folded into his chest so he could bend over easier. hair, long on the top, combed towards the front, ebbing over glasses. an old friend-of-a-friend that moved away and i don't think he's ever been to ventura. -- i dreamt i was a movie star. not totally glamorous (gwenneth paltrow) but elastically talented, of course shunned to stranger roles due to not looking gwennethian. (toni colette) 9:35 pm - 07.02.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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