(read this in a day or two).

Fri, April 23, 2010 7:07:42 AM


this morning was like waking from dreams involving defiant nine-year-olds and then realizing heavily that it is indeed monday.
sad.

we were hang gliding over the city, but it was more like flying. i watched your legs behind you and thought you’d been doing this for a long time. your sail was pink and fluttering, and mine blended into the sky. i couldn’t see myself and we drifted apart.

on the ground, you asked how much fun i had. i didn’t want you to know i was clumsy and would need a lot of practice.

later, we took a train to california and i realized i lost you in security (?) in my rush for breakfast (coffee) on the run. the train was yellow with sunlight, and i was surrounded by families with well-behaved babies. i wondered how you would catch up and if you intended to.

finally (somehow) we were home (you lived here?), and it was snowing heavily. through the upstairs window i saw a fountain of white surging up from the ground and investigated. it was your friend snow blowing the walk. i addressed her with gratitude, but she was indifferent or distracted. somehow it occurred to me that she lived in the house on the corner. i asked why you hadn’t mentioned this and how i hadn’t noticed. everyone shrugged. you turned back to your computer to continue a piece about Money.

there was also something about a talented black cat.
and an amish town known for amazing root beer.
other pieces will come to me throughout the day.

happy day, whichever it is that you are reading this now.



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