Wednesday, January 31, 2007


solitaire is soothing I forget I'm sick while the hand plays out Canfield or old-fashioned patience putting off real feeling doing anything nothing reading Alice Hoffman New Yorker horror stories everything loses its charm conviction point I can't stay bed stop being even this must count better later grapes then lapse fear dreams woozy warpage dull flat type address lists stand up oops tomorrow theatre if I dare to go

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