Thursday, June 11, 2009

reflections on first four hours of waking

last night i dreamed in dots and nostalgias, friendships forgotten and severed, obliterated upon the trauma of waking. i drank water, i ate strawberries, i tried to chase away the taste of malaise with stevia and caffeine. i walked for the paper, i spoke to my father, i stared at the screen and typed away at a fiction of the woman i live with.

i called an autonomen (and left a message),
i sent an email to my sister (and Mardou),
i did all these things (parenthetically).

i played with form becasue i had nothing to say. i used words in lieu of the truth, and watched the letters appear from the void.

just because i could.

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