2001-10-16 || 11:47 p.m.

|| in the iron lung ||

all the lights are on and i'm listening to records and i'm waiting for the potatoes to cool for the potato salad i'm bringing to work tomorrow for work lady phyllis's birthday potluck. and i want to smoke. i want to sit at my desk and pull up the blinds and push over the curtains and watch every exhalation (and i am out of cigarettes, blast.). but i like this. the kitchen warm from boiling water and my fingers smelling like green onion and lemons and sitting in this self contained air-tight tank. music and writing and wooden spoons and no, i'm not waiting for anyone to call, no, promise.

tonight i cut at my hair and it's still all over the sink. tonight i studied the dress pattern on my kitchen wall and wished with eyes closed shut that kelly were living closer so that we could cut out patterns on her wood floor. tonight i went bowling with elka and david and drank beer and gave high fives. tonight i decided this is all okay and really, i am liking this.

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