novembre

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on the mend

dear everyone who signed the guestbook or wrote me a note to wish me well:

thanks. come over and i will bake you cupcakes. i'll string paper banners between the laundry lines on the roof and we'll sit in sagging faded plastic deck chairs, leaning so far back that our knees shoot right out towards the sun. and we will pretend that we, along with our cupcakes, are on a cruise. sailing through the suburban treetop sea.

i'll haul up (or ask you to haul up, being that my ribs are still frigging sore) a portable radio and we will listen to the silver jews.

because you're the only ten i see.

thanks,
el-ka-pitan

1:22 pm - 07.22.04

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