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2002-02-16 || 8:50 p.m. || 4518 || in portland in very cold house equipped with shoddy keyboard and many layers of clothing. today was bridges and peeing my pants laughing while squashed in sucker seat of a very wee pick up, laughing laughing at the red lights. tackling o on the couch, poking around the unfamiliarity of a house that feels like it should feel familiar. strange: o on the phone, m shuffling cards for gin rummy: this is their days. my picture is on three different walls. strange handwriting on the refrigerator door. able to anticipate punchlines, the way m turns off the car before it comes to a complete stop, owen's dance moves in the kitchen. unable to stop myself from grabbing hands under tables, kissing the space just below the ear, punching arms and singing too loud and. boys sealed up in envelopes, boys hazy from long distance static. sitting on the couch with my head thrown back, trying to find the comfortable spots, the old familiar positions. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |