novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- epoch years ago, years ago ( A ) i opened a fortune cookie and it told me you have the ability to love people despite their faults. this may, in turn, cause your heart to break often. how quaint. i gave it to e and said it was really meant for her. ( B ) 2 am on a well-lit saturday, walking down the center of the widest suburban berkeley streets, watching oak trees cast shadows across parked cars. she moved a little ahead of us, licking her lips, lisping. she twitched slightly as she walked, pointing to wide porches and blank windows. i don't remember what we were talking about but he trained his step to fall alongside mine and placed a hand on the small of my back and kept it there i remember holding my breath, leaning slightly until his arm dropped back to his side. his motorcycle made the loudest noise. he was training to become an amateur magician. he played the cello, worked at a corner diner, and bought a bed for $50. we made a movie with his new digital camera, our thumbs as method actors, their expressions drawn on by sharpie marker. laughter in the background. i never really see him around anymore. the last time, which was years ago, he suggested we make a purchase. i squinted at his sunken eyes a sad slow smile. 11:09 pm - 02.29.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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