06.12.06 - 4:00 p.m.

i wonder if their safety, like paddles to your chest, would have revived you, warmed your frozen toes and carried you to town.

the fat finches outside my window are trying. last night i drank a drink at a big table, alone. i noticed how people selectively raise voices to flirt discretely with those outside their conversation. i felt guilty for having eaten dinner and choosing not to wear socks.



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