it is beautiful outside. i am going to take a bowlful of grapes &
the phantom tollbooth outside & sit on the back porch in my perfectly nice dress.
i am going to go to the suburbs this evening to look for wallpaper to line the cd cabinets.
i am going to scream tonight if the local news glorifies the memory of some person from central ohio who, i don't know, helped paint the enola gay or something. scream i tell you.
[on the way home from work: unbidden un-understood images of holding someone's hands & singing v. earnestly "the king of carrot flowers" :::::as we would lay + learn what each other's bodies were for]
