they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
no viable form of communication, + Jnauary 17. 2002 = 9:05 a.m.
eleveneleven p.m. keys turn lock in glass door. annoying note for ups still stuck on pane of glass to the left. ( its author
= woman who lives across pale brown carpeted hall.) keys turn in heavy white door. push and wood floors to walk arcross. hang coat up. wallet & keys on table. black cat on braided rug made in 1980something by my pre-illness-mother. I lay down there too. think&think& study own face in tall mirror against wall. later, climb into bed with kissing in manhattan and it's all okay, yeah it's alright. prev/next
class
notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
