Lately (after D)
I listen to Kathleen Battle but would rather listen to Maria Callas, whose cd I can't find.
I eat couscous in honor of summertime.
The afternoons fill with storm.
Flowers in the park are huge and red and having bloomed.
My moods swing like fists in a ring.
I've become a lover of Norwegian humor (Elling!).
Writing is strange- is a stranger.
Nighttime visages I bring with me from dreams and misplace into my bedroom.
I'm glacially rereading Middlemarch.
My new neighbor walks around naked and invites a girl over who is also naked. They do things.
Fear and Trembling.
Children chase yellow busses; yellow busses chase children.

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I know where the cupboards are/I know where the car is parked . . . .
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