2003-01-24
12:55 a.m.
I drove all night
It's just me and John K. Samson tonight in school, aside from the comissionaire napping at the front desk. This huge spooky building, doors locked all around me, make this something somebody can use. I like being alone in a place that's usually bumblebee busy. * Seven pounds and twelve ounces have become a long-term weight in the crook of my left arm, against my heart. It's the flesh of her, it's the blood of her, it's her long bones and her twinkling blues. I'm making plans to be closer to those folk this summer - it's been nearly two years since we've lived in the same place, and I'm feeling the gaps. We're hoping for a repeat of two summers ago, space unfolding and unfolding around me (which, come to think, is last summer as well. hooray, I found a theme). * It gets to late January and the trees forget they ever had leaves - but branches are scratching against later skies now, the darkness is more behind than ahead, and all these claustrophobic nights will become summer dresses in no time. In no time. In no time. Words all mangled lately. Thoughts all mangled. I wonder where did it slip to even though I know the exact alley it found to hide in. The shade of bruise to camouflage precisely. I drove alone
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