novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- melt move my shelves are empty but the floor is full. the cats are weaving through boxes and bags, pawing at possible sleeping spots. we drank coffee, i packed and she told me stories about the kids i taught, the kids she still teaches. they thought the pneumonia would finish him off. he was in the hospital for eight days. but he's a tough little guy. we named one of his plastic cows moo-moo, and he threw it away. he turns to me and says "you killed moo-moo!" and then i have to cover my face and pretend to cry. he'll pull my hands apart and watch my face, and laugh. i remember how he laughs: his little face turns up around the edges. 1:02 am - 05.22.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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