novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- are you waiting for the islands now? i imagine swans flying over our heads, not the canadian geese we can look up and spot in their truncated Vs, gliding over downtown. giant white swans. harbingers of a lopsided beauty, honking in the air, the crowns of our heads winking in their slight aerodynamic periphery. i don't want to talk anymore. i'd like to be silent for the rest of the week, as if my throat were stuffed with feathers and i were floating over oakland. 3:18 pm - 05.25.06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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