i dream my marriage is being arranged for me. a series of solemn and asian bridegrooms. this is all in florence. a room that overlooks the piazza; grand vistas of space.
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with disdain i lean over balconies to gesture at tourists. i hate you all i shout. futile. they cluster in the alleys and the corners, little knots of black-clad idiots.
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yesterday at the post office i got frida khalo stamps & sent many secret little things off through the mail. i hope they all arrive soon.
there are a mere 52 days before i return to pdx. i should buy a deck of cards and count down. or build one from the strays i keep finding in the subway. the two of hearts. and one with a woman on a broom. underneath it reads witch. the laminate cross-hatchings on their backs. a forest of briars.
we carved our jack-o-lantern last night. he grins an empty grin. he keeps secrets. he has carefully erased all complicit traces of fear or glee.
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with disdain i lean over balconies to gesture at tourists. i hate you all i shout. futile. they cluster in the alleys and the corners, little knots of black-clad idiots.
.
.
.
yesterday at the post office i got frida khalo stamps & sent many secret little things off through the mail. i hope they all arrive soon.
there are a mere 52 days before i return to pdx. i should buy a deck of cards and count down. or build one from the strays i keep finding in the subway. the two of hearts. and one with a woman on a broom. underneath it reads witch. the laminate cross-hatchings on their backs. a forest of briars.
we carved our jack-o-lantern last night. he grins an empty grin. he keeps secrets. he has carefully erased all complicit traces of fear or glee.