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