text snippets from notebook, May 1998:

 

the refrigerator stopped this afternoon and the milk will die soon

 

gripping life with paint-scarred hands

 

april was the cruelest month, but words lie in hope street puddles

 

i’m not very good at falling in love. virgos aren’t, i guess….. they are too practical. love is very impractical.

 

i locked the door
slipped keys under another
left a year behind
with a bottle of cheap vodka
both
half-empty