novembre

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my pulse covered in dust and herbie hancock records

so i just gutted the kitchen and the floors are shining, the counters cleared. i figure i'll do the dishes in half an hour.

and the records have been moved to the bedroom, making way in the other room for the new housemate. i hope she likes her space, and doesn't mind that sometimes in the middle of the night i clean one room until it shines and neglect the others and then put everything down and watch swiss family robinson* while drinking whiskey and cutting out bird xeroxes. (would i do such things if i didn't live alone? are people inherently crazy when solitary?

maybe this would all feel perfectly acceptable if i were doing such maniacal cleaning jobs in the daytime.)

*i grew up with that movie. little kids riding elephants named rocky and i find the womens' roles in it fascinating. when bertie was a boy they called him a fairy. when she became a girl again, she played mind games.

11:15 pm - 08.19.02

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