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2002-03-17 || 6:05 p.m. || fear and premonition || lately. i am not sure. what if it is chemical. what if it boils down to magnetism. the magnet in my belly and the magnet in his, all the slivers of iron in our veins standing at attention, stealing away from our heads and fingertips to come to a glorious point way down deep in the middle. airplanes and airports and midday naps to catch up. lying on carpet reading while he sleeps soundlessly beneath my covers. i get him when he's sleeping. he awakes and i drive him home and how does it work? i nod at the word 'independent.' i agree with the importance of alone time. but i crave alone time shared in the same room. twin silences orbitting about the same crystal chandelier. it's the ticking. trying to ignore the timeline tattooed on my inner arm. how does it work. how does it work. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |