novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- slow beads of sweat running over half-shut eyelids september nights are still hot. after getting paid to watch a behind the scenes feature on christina aguilera with an eight year old, after teetering the rattling car home and shaking the strands of hair stuck to my neck loose, i sat on the back steps, barefoot, and found out she works for an underground hip hop label. cats raced between our legs as we discussed leaky radiators and distant men-folk, shifting cans of soda from left to right, wiping sweat on the thighs of our pants. i just used the term men-folk. 9:54 pm - 09.18.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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