Friday, October 26, 2001
Crazy dreams of night driving and frat boys. Waking to NPR. Shower, shave, clean clothes, new shoes. The house births me into the crisp air and a bleach-blue sky and I follow my breath of cotton clouds. Silent, reliable pavement under foot, warm coffee in my hands, bittersweet taste on my tongue, banana-nut muffin in celophane wrapping reflecting the morning sun. Life as a porous surface up close, life as sheet-glass far away.
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