There was a moment today. I thought I saw you. A car the same model. A shoulder, pointy and long. A short sleeve, loose and made of cotton. The line from neck to socket so familiar. Of course not you. Of course not. Why? It would have made no sense.
You're not dead. It just feels that way sometimes.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
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