I live alone, in a building constructed to look like an urban valley, fenced in fuse boxes large as puffing chimneys. I’m learning to fall asleep on my back, tilt my chin up towards the window behind the top of my head before I look clean-cut asleep—recognizing the clarity of the stars by the strain of that tight pose, emotions that are both necessary and ridiculous. What more could you ask for than gulls? Spread, white birds that fly all night with barely a caw. Also: Canada Day.
Posted by caroline at July 1, 2006 6:02 PM