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2001-12-12 || 12:21 p.m. || origami and heart indigestion || resolve dissolving. fragments chipping off and fizzing. picking up telephones to set them back down, composing mental postcards while secretly grateful for lack of stamps, hopping along high windows for possible chance meetings. it's not a chance meeting when you're wearing lucky articles of clothing and standing on corners you know he inhabits. it's not swearing someone off when you spend more time obsessing now that he's cut off completely. take the day and fold it into an elaborate shape. valleys and mountains pinched to perfection with neglected fingernails. cranes are lucky. the frogs can hop. don't let him catch in the creases, don't write his name in pencil on the inside. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |