they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

this isn't a time share. + 2003-03-17 = 3:26 p.m.

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as if,

someone has flipped a switch. doors propped open. no jackets. (!!!) sun shining on puddles left from dismayed snowbanks. all of it: wakiing up at seven a.m. (it's not dark anymore!) cars blasting justin timberlake (?!!) ,ice coffee, pale bare arms, reading a book outside in the back lot during my break, people ecstatic as the temp. creeps up into the sixties.

& i, well, after i put in my 8+ hrs on tuesday __ i get to spend the rest of the week (and weekend!) in nyc ...

p.s. this weekend i saw louisa may alcott's hair (tied in an old faded ribbon) in a display case at mass moca.

the curator had typed: "louisa may alcott (Jo)"

her hair is the exact same shade as mine,

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