novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nickel pine i don't understand it, but it happened two times this weekend. it must be my new jacket; they must love brown cordouroy. i don't remember what saturday looked like, but he handed me his phone number. i was staring at it as if it was an unnamed code. i threw it away. sunday had big ears and friendly eyes. he spotted me a nickel at 7-11. focused on my hands and stuttered. i thanked him and pointed my car towards the mountains and drove. and drove, smoking, filling my car up with music so loud no other sound would have a chance. for some reason i thought of the picnic e and i had at the marin headlands. sitting in-between hundred year old pines dotting the cliff at the edge of the bay, watching sailboats sneak under the bridge and out to sea. almost tenative, almost hesitant. 10:17 pm - 02.22.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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