Red Rot

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i don't relate to people who didn't like the giver.

sometimes the fictions i read become the truth in my mind. even though i know madeleine l'engle didn't crotchet 'making love' on her pillows, i like to think she did.

i have more conversations with strangers about the weather and the weekend than any other subject. i wish we talked about different things. like their feelings on cancer or their darkest secrets and biggest fears. or the root of their names. or what they wanted to become before they sat waiting with me in the rain at the slug line on 14th.

unfulfilled dreams are tapped into the sidewalks and smeared on the long done pictures of the ashcan painters.

9:09 p.m. - 2008-10-22

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