pg 48


dearest stranger in the bushes outside my/our house,
May 22, 2010, 8:46 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

no, i have never seen you come just as i have never had the patience to wait and see you go. this does not mean i am wrong in my certainty that you are/have been/will continue to be there. but nightly, when i come out for a cigarette and curse myself for doing so-though this you cannot see-i can see you. yesterday for instance you made an altogether stupid decision in wearing a red toque. why?

there are seven people in this house, of which i am one. who is it that you come to see?

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