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it's almost christmas, the time i always feel like i must be falling in love. it has something to do with the knot in my stomach, seasonally conditioned excitement.
i am riding the bus from marin to san francisco with my friend colette's dead mother. she asked if she could sit next to me. she is beautiful, an angel with small dry hands. she lost a silver-gold hair and i pulled it out of the tassel of my scarf and looked at it without realizing it was hers.
she gets off on van ness, drops a glove, turns to pick it up, says something to the driver, steps down.
the kid behind me is talking to someone on the phone. on the bridge, he looses service. he doesn't know the person he is talking to well. he says mary, can you hear me? and she can't. he calls back, and explains that he has just gotten into the city, and that he'll be taking the muni to the hospital. he repeats, i'll be taking the muni to ucsf. he doesn't know if the muni is a bus or not, and i want to tell him which line to take, but i don't, i get off the bus.
i am riding the bus from marin to san francisco with my friend colette's dead mother. she asked if she could sit next to me. she is beautiful, an angel with small dry hands. she lost a silver-gold hair and i pulled it out of the tassel of my scarf and looked at it without realizing it was hers.
she gets off on van ness, drops a glove, turns to pick it up, says something to the driver, steps down.
the kid behind me is talking to someone on the phone. on the bridge, he looses service. he doesn't know the person he is talking to well. he says mary, can you hear me? and she can't. he calls back, and explains that he has just gotten into the city, and that he'll be taking the muni to the hospital. he repeats, i'll be taking the muni to ucsf. he doesn't know if the muni is a bus or not, and i want to tell him which line to take, but i don't, i get off the bus.