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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.

* * *

we go to the shore to watch my brother-in-law run into the winter ocean.

* * *

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.

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