
images: nuclear themepark [by night], giant eagle owl, white piggybank, seahorse and derby winners, embassies: gold teeth in a bag, headthrown back eyes ecstatic, sunlight mixed gold and silver, frogman's fingers, golden handcuffs, TV [like a portal] in a shiny silver hospital, hanging out a window, neckand ear kissing. feelings: suddenly remember something then hung up, hypnotickissing; heartquickening, indecision, thinking best of strangers, not believing, hunger, warm water, spongebath. words: 'no choice in desire [but love is a decision]', 'everything we know about sex is wrong', 'filters through the trees; catches on leaves', 'jingle bell socks; don't tell the doc', 'hamptonroads'. smell: warm, [home, child, blanket, teddybear], your unwashed salty cotton tshirt, skin, mouth, coal. sounds: clogs on cobblestones, roarrumble-delicate electrical storm, chimney gust, hospital ghosts..waiting to go home, a song: 'a century of [paper] lies' ?
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how is your ankle
no pain if i shelter under trees but the wind makes rain too sometimes so then i limp cutely to the next port how is yours?
haha wonderful
stay under the trees, their trunks defeat gravity, they will suck your pain up to their leaves and the leaves will photosynthesise it and turn it into pure oxygen
time heals mine, but I am giving it until this Saturday and then -tough love - back on track - literally
Are you back to work yet?
not in the sense that i do any walking aorund, but i'm still chained to the keyboard. time is something i am very jealous of these days.
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