2007-08-03 - 10:37 a.m.
a bee stung me in the arch of my foot, so i asked my husband to buy me ice cream.
i wish life were fair.
It was then I began to view your body with suspicion. As though, with any random suggestion of illness, it might let you go. As though no body anywhere could ever be vessel enough to accommodate all of the days and decades people need for loving one another.