novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dear (name) after reviewing the applications we spent the afternoon walking on top of mountains talking to the cows and rumbling around in his truck through hidden roads we came upon the society for creative anachronism. threaded through a campground, knights clashing their ratan swords across bellies swollen by mead. they were hells angels meets dungeons and dragons fanatics but with better marketing, opaque tights and paying members. i noted how even the nobles used the port-a-potties. you ever notice how dry cleaners and manicurists recycle marketing? stock pictures built into our conciousness. that thin graphic of a woman's hand lightly clutching a rose with her perfectly kept red nails means beauty shop. this rejection letter is also stock. came home to check the mail and the first thing that stuck in my mind was how they typed my name into the appropriate place on the form but forgot a comma, as if they were rushing to reject me. wonder if my reaction is recycled. wish i could ask the cows but i'm a city girl standing on my roof in the rain watching it wobble in the wind and feeling the sky close in on itself causing the freeway to echo louder down my block. 5:29 pm - 04.03.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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