tonight as i walked, at fast speed with unladylike strides, down neil ave, with the sky darkening, i saw a cricket walking (not hopping) past my boot. the word �grillo� floated up into my head & i didn't realize until i was a block away that i hadn't used english for it. the sky just got darker & darker & i did not turn the volume of my headphones down. i walked so quickly with such long strides that by the time i got to st francis my skirt had turned all the way around so that the slit at the back was at the front.
[[[oh i feel you slipping away from me]]]
there are the lyrics of at least a hundred songs that are up in my head now / i'll spare you.
