they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
tastes like mint, rackets & an eleven yr. old hound + APRIL 28 2003 = 116
objects & opinions occupying the week of april 22-27, a list. thursday. an eleven year old deer hound with huge tufts of gray fur wildly standing out all over his skinny body. pamela and i have just passed a group of boys in slouchy sports clothes milling around on the amherst college tennis courts. they have congregated near the net to form a circle & they stand there fiddling with their rackets & bouncing green balls. the deer hound creaks to a stop and lets us pet him before heading towards the boys. a bony frame of a dog. the wind blows and his knees shake & his whole body leans too far to the right & then sways back too far to the left. i hold out my hands as if preparing to catch him. his owner, a grey haired man with thick glasses, ambles off after him . "their lives are too gawd damn short. i would take eleven more years off of any human and give it to him. " friday. carolyn, whilst celebrating her birthday with a round of dirty martinis, proclaimed herself to be an introverted artist who wanted to be successful in a " i dunno how it happened, i was just discovered" kind of way. she has never looked quite as beautiful as when she stood staring first at her drink, and then at us, as she slightly slurred the words of that statement. saturday. feel like a carbon copy of myself & watch with interest as i put my tan coat on over my jeans & tank top & thin hooded sweatshirt. admire the maroon sneakers with the leaping puma on the toe. later, n. will try to convince me to take off my coat in his second floor apartment that he will be leaving in june. i'll refuse due to the large rip in the seat of my pants and the curious sense of extreme ease that the coat lends me (even though i leave the belt ends dangling). rain & allergy tablets that dissolve on the tongue & taste like mint. streets flooded with a grey light and the warm yellow glow coming from shop windows. the sidewalks look more appealing when rained upon. moroccan breakfast place and the indian woman waiting on us is slow to write down our order of avocado omelette, scrambled eggs & two coffees. she fingers the dimes and nickels and stops in the middle of assembling my 72 cents to rub her left eye. Distracted by old yo la tengo songs, dark chocolate kit kats, letterpressed notecards. sunday. lime green webber. cutting up vegetables & chicken & tofu & skewering the pieces. beau's friend from new haven is visiting. he has a calming effect on me. he has acquired an apartment (in the fashion that some people go about quietly acquiring apartments & jobs & old interesting objects) in manhattan for the summer. he & his girlfriend will live there for the summer & then break up when she returns to wesleyan in the fall. he found nothing odd about this arrangement. & me, i am always asking how doyou know how do you k n o w ...... monday morning and there are the yellow sheets all soft & perfect after 8+hrs of sleep. the alarm tells me three times (using a newscaster's npr voice) that it's time to get up and go running around the reservoir. but there are b's long pale arms & his knees pressed up against the back of my knees that make it impossible to go anywhere.
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