October 14, 2005
Belongs to a Movement, or: Accidental Photo
My horoscope is right: I’m looking in the mirror, I’m giggling. My hair is as much wavy as it is romantic, the back staircase--there's a recipe on that can, just flip the label, cook over medium heat: I've never been and never will be a soprano, though the note moves up, bounces. There's this urgency, now. i.e.: a life of refills, top-ups, tell-me-agains. Reading books for all the wrong reasons.