novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'm not ready / go away A woman my age with a very ugly newborn wrapped in a bright orange sarong across her chest is standing on the other side of the circulation desk, facing me. She is filling out an application for a library card. I glanced at the birthdate and noticed that she is a year to the week younger than me. This bright orange sarong newborn lady. The newborn has excellent scanning abilities and has honed in on me. Its head is a strange shape, all cheeks; very little temples, forehead. I realize I am scared of this baby just as it turns its head and scans out the window. I follow his gaze and see it ending at the Japanese take-out place, stark white and red against the blue cloudless sky. 3:12 pm - 07.17.06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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