[Right-handed left-fielding questions.]

Apr 15, 2005 17:22

It was a landmark event: we were having lunch.

That's Marya. That is. I miss her. We were meeting with regularity through fall and winter. But book tours and more novels tumbling onto the shelves are demanding mistresses, and so we'll meet in May.

I have an ache. It's the kind of ache that compels sneaky fingers to put a certain Death Cab for Cutie album into the CD player and compels the fingers' washed-up owner to lie on her floor watching ants carry crumbs to their hidden apartment. Fuckers.

I love ants, I do. I admire them. I can't vacuum them up. I can't poison them. But Jesus I can't sit on my floor.

Jesus don't cry. You can rely on me honey.

I got good feedback. Coffee-cake crumbs speckling the face of yore. That's some other girl, not me. I want to return.
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