6.II.2001 >>>> 18:52:28 26 martyrs of nagasaki
more caffeine! is what i need. - still in love with s�ren. swoon. my heart belongs to the north north north atlantic. take me with you next time, okay?
- i want to change the everything to red. pentecost red. fuckme red. crayon red. at work i write with a red-barrelled pen (which writes in black ballpoint ink, yech).
- someone: photograph me. like helena's of her. (it's been too long since i was in everyone's art projects.)
- i have the strong urge to call you up on the telephone & sing �in the flat fi-i-i-i-ellllds� & say �you-man� & �oh-mahge�. maybe later.
- the phone is ringing.
- "when i got home i meant to give you some / sweet chrysanthemum / the wind chimes were ringing all wrong and you were standing in the doorway / singing along / and i tried to remember how nice it had been / a long long time ago / but i couldn't remember / i honestly could not remember" [.the.mountain.goats..".nine.black.poppies.".]
- oh today is to remember the twenty-six martyrs of nagasaki. i want to write about nagasaki & i want to write about fumiye but i am pretty sure that any Poems I Wrote About Faith would be mediocre at best. & ain't nothing as good as (let me just mention it again) barnett newman's stations of the cross besides.
- i am going to go home now & make bread with my bare hands. unless i decide to use my kitchenaid standup mixer. which is red, which is crayon crayon fire engine red.
+ a package came for you today / from the hunan province / the post-mark burning jet black / in the summer sun / some-one / was changing / someone was changing from the inside out / + i turned / around / to face you
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