Crow eating garbage next store to next door to my parking spot. Next door.
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Feel the sketching in my chest. I am bettled. Belted in.
Jangling, fried and frazzled dura. Belted in. Car speak.
may 30, 2007
Tuning up, a discovery, a path of order. Birdsong, cars starting to move. Exercises. I am in. I am out. No I.
You are privileged. This is a practice. I see my coworkers in their cars driving to work. I see them practicing. I see them wanting to be happy. I don’t see them composing. That’s how I enforce the differences.