19.VI.2002 :::: 23.11 juneteenth

it is odd to be here in this city & not to be here in my words flung out to you.

[perhaps next month i will buy a computer to replace the dead one sitting on my desk.]

bean is in miami with the nephew (brand new) & i am disjointed, unused to being online & unused to sleeping in an empty house. (i keep hearing knocks at the door.)

finally, at long last, i read a suitable boy. this is the sort of thing i can do with my time now.

i have watered bean's plants & i am going to bed.