novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i hate december, part two the cold set into the warehouse. cinderblock walls and windows with rusted piping do not close completely. you can hear the crack dealers out on the street below, they sound warmer than you. two pairs of socks, one pair of leg warmers, one sweatsuit, a tank top, a teeshirt, and sometimes even a hat. you lurk on craigslist looking at rentals you can't afford and don't have the time to move into. your feet are vibrating they are so cold. you pile all of your blankets onto your bed -- two comforters, two quilts, two thick blankets, two crocheted afgans, even jackets on top of that -- and settle in. you don't want to get up again. you sleep in this nest for blocks of days, your cat is so happy that you've stopped moving. december makes you feel as if you've stopped moving. 9:01 pm - 12.03.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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