pg 48


July 31, 2009, 5:07 am
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we’re not going anywhere. otherwise how would we ever get to think about running our faces along long streches of red red brick while walking along those long stretches. it’d be impossible. neither of us would really be happy. or that park i just found? i haven’t shown you yet i’m sorry, neither of us has had the time. hell i haven’t seen you in near 5ive days. but oh, it’s great. i want you to see it. it’s funny, how excited i am, for a space that doesn’t itself have any place for such excitment. we’ll get there, all pumped fists and cheek smiles only to get there, and realize the best thing to do is read a book, every now and then look up, ponder a thought (a deep thought) and notice how nice the ivy looks crawling itself all over the remnants of an old limestone building, maybe what was the town court house, or the town newspaper and its printing press. there’s a picnic table. and lush grass even. the day i went it was raining, the grass was wet so i didn’t sit down but had it not been i would have, it’s that nice. instead i chose the picnic table. but it’s all grass underneath. you know how sometimes they pave that tiny picnic table sized rectangle for it to rest sturdy, picnic responsibly or whatever, not here.

it didn’t matter that it was raining, and not because it was a light rain, even though it was. no, this may be the best part. there’s lattice or i can’t remember the word, the criss crossing sticks, as though looking from up top (probably from the big crane that’s there for construction in the building right beside, you know the one that burnt down, taking a bakery, a kitsch store and a bong shop with it, the one that apparently got started from drunk teenagers lighting phone books on fire. can you imagine?) you’d see what looked like a chess board. only instead of tiles there’s holes. nothing, there’s nothing. but then there’s something in that. in nothing. i’ve always liked when you ask me how i’m doing nothing when i tell you. well maybe i’ll do nothing watching tv or i’ll do nothing staring at that cardinal that likes to perch outside our house, why does it pick that spot over and over? or is it a different one each time? well the lattice (sp?) is covered in ivy too. so i didn’t get wet. a nature fort. wait. an urban fort? no, a 19th century urban fort? that’s better.

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