good books, good life

this morning was all phone rings at 6,7,8 am people calling numbers i've never given out to anyone. i kept rolling over and tucking my arms under the pillow and sliding so nicely back into sleep. it was a dream that kept me there: i was going on and on about some thing or other, someone was listening and then the darkness spilled over us like syrup onto pancakes and we quieted down long enough let out long sighs and smile.

after the dream, when the phone rang again, i jumped to grab at it, missed and then went out to the sofa to read cities of the red night and smoke a cigarette.

2004-07-02 | 1:09 p.m.
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