Monday, September 25, 2006

when I was a child things being hurt made me sorry for them

(but it seemed the way men and women did and we had not made the world.)

My throat feels bee-stung. I’m starting to feel again like I should leave this place.

I also feel as if I could cry but I think instead I will make a list, read for a while, sleep if I can (I can’t), then go to work and do simple calm things.

Don’t take everything so personally, Emily.

Okay, okay.

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