the land's opening up like a blanket / and the dandelions spread themselves thickly out along the fields which are evidently endless / we are hotly in love with one another / we've got an unquenchable thirst in our throats / we are for some reason all the time bleeding / and we are friendless ..:.[.the.mountain.goats.]..
last night we sat in bed drinking licorice tea (for our throats) & listening to the professor & the madman. naturally the combination of tea & being-read-to & curling up on top of the excessively comfortable duvet (!) brought me right up to the edge of sleep. the edge of sleep is filled with bean leaning into my face & saying, "wake up! you've already missed so much of the book!"
she is right, i don't want to miss any more.
[i love sleep & my brotherling hates it. in high school he would spend his nights playing his un-plugged-in guitar, or doing laps up & down the stairs, or cleaning his room, trying to be quiet but trying to make the most of his time.]
funny, i thought this empty sort-of-translucent-plastic film canister on my desk was full of burnt scraps of paper, & when i picked it up i found it was full of US coins.
anyway sleep: today is a rare treat for me, a day off, & i slept until almost eleven, which i find oddly unpleasant. what i like best is to wake up very early & go out into the still-uncrowded still-early city & then come back home & go to sleep again.
