novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- restless on a hot night the next door neighbors are fire-dancing in their backyard, talking in hushed tones over rufus wainwright floating out from their living room. my windows are open and the smoke is wafting in, smells like cedar and sweat. i missed you tonight, i could not sleep tonight, not like i was supposed to. my mom says i need to mend. that is what people do after they get in car accidents. i compromised and sat as still as possible while writing you a letter. i can hear kids playing in the street a block away, as loud as if it were four o'clock on a sunday afternoon. 11:38 pm - 07.21.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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