28.12.06 - 11:38 a.m.

in 2002 i was four years younger, twenty two and shorter-haired. my nose looked different, if only to me. at precisely this moment four years ago i was potting flowers on my front stoop, cats in the sun, billy bragg on my record player and six tiers of spice cake cooling on the pink tile kitchen counter. i was pajama-ed, anxious. i planned to take a shower and put on some lipstick, but neither happened. i was married plain-faced and dirty-haired at two thirty.