they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
temperature climbs. fond of +degrees. + March 7. 2002 = 12:02 p.m.
+ sun. blue sheets. shower and he makes fun of me because i haven't yet cleared the drain of sandy-blonde-ish hair. thus, we stand in a bathtub of water. haven't done it yet because, honestly, every time i try it makes me want to vomit. mmm. lovely, no? sun. breakfast. escorted to table just out of reach of window. spend time trying to figure out origin of waitress's accent. almost german, but heavier. three cups of coffee for me. parking lot and drive back to apt34. day off & ben naps. dan & ben2 will meet me later for coffee, dinner, and then to see ben's band. it's his arm around my shoulder that gets me every time. walking sidewalks and it smells like sp r i n g. open windows and let him sleep. bare feet and the view from third floor is street signs and slow traffic. neighbors walk dogs. college girls run in packs. tall row of trees leave shadows on pavement.
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