novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i can't wait for winter i love to wear jackets over sweaters and scarves wrapped around necks and shoved under chins. my closet is filled with such clothing; it is out of proportion to the other things i own, like teeshirts or socks. i am living in the wrong place. i should be where it snows, or sleets, or at least fogs. twenty minutes to the left of here i can take up my rightful status as a glacier; a trait i explained to you partially one day months ago, discussing the thawing and the countless nights of cold feet and too few blankets. when hands don't know other hands, they know pockets, and lint, and perhaps spare change and cigarette lighters. 5:02 pm - 09.14.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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