novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- slow down little hands, slow down. so my aunt has inoperable cancer. they operated on her uterus but it had already spread to her lymph nodes. we were never close. there was bad blood on that side. it soured and congealed like milk. but she is doing what all of the women in my family do when they get cornered by something: she has gone into hiding. she has stopped really talking to anyone for a while. imagine having to come to terms with your own, very real, very painful death. i was thinking about this last night at erica's, helping her unpack her thousands of records onto a towering shelf, sitting cross-legged on the floor when other people came over. i arrived about an hour after i had promised myself i'd be asleep. i haven't been sleeping much at all lately. 6:06 pm - 06.20.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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