2009-02-28 - 8:14 p.m.
spring holiday (i)
waiting for takeoff, there is a grey rain outside the window. i've been moved up to first class, where the coffee comes in a porcelain mug. but the surface pattern on the cabin walls still looks like a broken alphabet, and this bone deep ache is the same no matter where i go.
the edge of town: a rip along a seam.
an hour later, descending towards newark, the clouds seem more like an animal than a landscape.
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we go to the shore to watch my brother-in-law run into the winter ocean.
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god, if there were a way to get this woman out of my family without hurting her sons, i would do it in a heartbeat.