Thursday, January 10, 2002
Wet
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Wet -- my city is wet today. Water trickles upward onto the back of my pants; my socks are wet, my shoes are wet and my feet go “squish.� I imagine thought, somewhere across a hedgerow, along a fjord or somewhere across the Mississippi --where eyes may once been wet -- that better days and drier times are to come. For now, the best part of my day was when she called me “love.�
S*
2002.01.11
Wet -- my city is wet today. Water trickles upward onto the back of my pants; my socks are wet, my shoes are wet and my feet go “squish.� I imagine thought, somewhere across a hedgerow, along a fjord or somewhere across the Mississippi --where eyes may once been wet -- that better days and drier times are to come. For now, the best part of my day was when she called me “love.�
S*
2002.01.11
