February 2012
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tuesday night
When you end a year-long relationship that stemmed out a years-longer friendship, it is a strange feeling. It is a feeling I am dealing with well in a lot of ways and less well in subtle ways, mostly in that I want to and am letting myself buy anything and everything: fluorescent striped socks, a fruit basket to hold embroidery floss, a gigantic bag of vintage sewing supplies, a yellow sweater,...
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friday night
I would like it to be warmer than it is because sleeping with the window open feels more productive, somehow, like you are more connected to the outside world because you can hear your neighbors’ voices in their backyard. I knew after I parked my car at nine p.m. that I wasn’t going to go any of the places I was supposed to go tonight, that I was going to take off my pants and crawl...
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friday night
It is late but not too late on Friday night and I am sitting still in my bed, my hair damp. Earlier, I ate a slice of pizza that was similarly sized to my head while Ed talked to me about his day and I talked to him about things that I have been thinking about lately in serious and not serious ways.
The words, or phrase I guess, that is stuck in my head right now is “unceremoniously...
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