they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
wherein fiction becomes a four letter word. + January 23. 2002 = 11:40 p.m.
/ it is night. it is late. i came home at four a.m. this morning. last night : too many free drinks at silent cals. am fond of air kissing. fond of the man who freestyled near midnight. the room lost to me as i watch his face beneath yellow lights. his words: quick & hard. / and it is late. sometimes i hear Ben's voice on the phone calling from a place he hasn't been to yet. background noise and he must be in a phone booth near a bar or a highway or maybe a highway bar. and, for that moment, our future exists like a f a c t . / play: album person in next door apartment has on repeat. walls thin and near midnight. i keep thinking of wes anderson films and the way music has a physical presence in them - tape player (soundtrack) turned off or on by characters.
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