ramada inn
july 4, 1995
autumn. the kink in the thread that is my life. in weaving, it is an arduous process to replace a damaged thread. with a kink, one can keep pushing the kink further back, hoping the thread never breaks while doing so. this is what i do tonight; pushing back on thoughts of autumn.
lighting cigarettes for me while i drive. sharing nectarines. looking for hidden cameras in cheap motels. tarot readings in jackson park. yelling le'guin stories with the top down. making love in the grass, at a rest stop. rediscovering fire-flys. socks for gas-caps.