novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- minute i explained to her that i do not see a man in the moon. i see geena davis. from the early to mid-nineties, her hair bleached blonde and curly, smiling and tilting her head like she's on the red carpet. three quarter profile, looking off to the right. or it could be marilyn monroe. somebody with peroxide set curls. last night i watched the eclipse from her front step, our scarves winding around our respective necks. her eyes were swollen from crying and i felt a little dazed, like i had just been hit in the head 5:56 pm - 05.16.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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