this monitor shakes. maybe kentucky is a giant electromagnetic earthquake. (but i doubt it.)
i held my breath as we crossed the ohio river. i did not drive. the sky rained & the wind blew. when i got home i took a nap & then talked to bean on the phone & then made biscuits for my parents � which my mother barely touched. i am sitting up here trying to be quiet because it is late, & trying not to feel wounded about my mother not liking the biscuits.
my hands smell of dog & every now & then this is just the way i want to smell.
these are the books i brought with me to read: - john crowley, little, big which by all accounts i should have finished this weekend anyway
- peter carey, bliss
- j r r t, the silmarillion
- william t vollmann, the atlas (recommended years ago)
- anne carson, glass, irony and god
- larissa szporluk, dark sky question & isolato
also
jonathan lent me
necromancer &
ender's shadow, & my mother right before going to bed handed me
the little friend.
if i run out of things to read there is always my schoolwork. also mischka's tetris
