novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- h o m e s i c k there are planes hovering low overhead and a dog the size of a small lioness snoring outside. his breath is rattling the windowpanes. my head hurts from insomnia and frustration and six hours north of here, my small cat is crying to be let out of an uninhabited apartment. (lara downstairs went camping so he's back inside.) it feels like the tiny, iradescent hairs on my arms and stomach have been raised. they are feelers, vibrating with every sound. i can hear my jaw pop. my teeth clench and unclench. i want to go to sleep and wake up in oakland. 1:36 pm - 07.05.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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