2011-08-29 - 11:22 p.m.
how did you survive the frost/ knowing the book would close
carried along by a lambent happiness, i ran from campus through the sculpture garden and on to the state park. there was slanting late-afternoon sunlight and passionflower and kudzu and a riot of feral roses.
later, i played pale saints and made tortilla soup in a darkened kitchen.
i've got little to show for the past ten years besides a lack of things. time bled out through the damaged parts, leaving me older in your absence.
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reading: hav, by jan morris.
listening to: throwing back the apple, pale saints.
working on: a little math puzzle.
in the garden: i am waiting to see if the hurricane lilies make a show.