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2002-01-29 || 3:01 p.m. || out of the races and onto the || it was the windows steamed up and the faces peering through rubbed patches from outside. moist heat. midnight lighting in the way of sleepy orange fluorescence. wood floors giving way to so many identical pairs of converse. folded arms and scowls. centers of gravity slung off balance to hunch against walls, in doorways, across the length of the broken piano. the warm wet smell of peacoats and oranges. we formed half moons around you, the center of the universe. we could all feel the pull and it made direct eye contact difficult, it precipitated the shuffling of weight from foot to foot, errant dancing. you were amplified electric, the chemical exchange of heat and energy, you sang with a broken voice that hurt my ears and made me want to touch you. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |