novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the night before the virus takes hold. so i stepped in two different kinds of animal poop and i think i'm getting strep throat. whenever i can feel myself about to get sick, i try and stretch the minutes and daydreams taut so i can feel them reverberate in my shaking whooping cough over the next few days. like a goodbye to health for a little while. i watched the sun set into the lake from a grassy hill on a bench cuddled under a giant pine tree, its branches reaching around the bench protectively. the lake shimmered between my view of pine needles and i kept smoking even though my throat closed up shop. i want to take a vacation and go to tahoe. to swim fully clothed in lake donner, clear as glass. floating on decapitated trees late at night, clutching onto a bottle of beer for dear life, like it would buoy me. and i want you to go with me, ok? 10:04 pm - 05.12.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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