they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
where'd you learn to smoke like that, + because you're = doing it all wrong
+
12/13/04 sunday night, g train: run into roman (last seen 10 yrs ago shoving + kicking me, or maybe it was the other way around (shhh), before track practice) am on my way home from work, nose stuck in a book, trying to ignore everyone. am Attacked by him -- my cheeks are still wet from his "air-kissing". he is on his way to a friend's fashion show in the east village. "she designs, like, comic book outfits." we make the same plans to hang out that we made last week and will make again the next time we run into each other. an ambulance has just pulled up in front of the kam feng chinese restauant across the street. this explains the nervous looking man in a down parka who has been pacing back + forth for past 20 mins.
dirty french novel
grosgrain ribbon
packages to be sent
graham greene
keeping quiet
"97 cents a pound"
(yells the sign across the street)
car service/
static on the radio.
in the subway-
orange seats.
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