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margaret atwood will be speaking in philadelphia two nights before i leave to explore the wildlife of volcanos & the wilderness of birds at the end of the rainbow. she will write a poem on my thigh, or about my thigh, or something that will be forever. what if you were eternal, undying, but had no one to be forever w ? i need to talk to mama y papa about my aspirations; so far no one has told me that im being preposterous & irrational. im looking for that, for someone to say that. i think i have funds & moneys or magic stones to barter, & even right now as i acknowledge the unlikelihood of the materialization of all the things i want to do in the next 6 months, im sure they will materialize if i sacrifice the purchase of food & clothing regularly. it's good though, i turn down the heat more & notice that the flowers in the vases dont bend over anymore when i do.