they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
do not: become ensnared in a self-fulfilling prophecy + December 17. 2003 = 9:22 a.m.
+ also: sugar packets. as if someone were leaving clues behind in a last ditch effort to woo us to a secret urban hiding place. spy them on the corner of bergen st. & smith st., at the corner of smith st. and atlantic, outside of halcyon , then around the corner from that swanky french place with the iron tables still set up for dining outside. tiny little square packages that shout out SUGAR in bright pink letters. it bothered me all weekend.
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