Wednesday, January 06, 2010


I have been re-writing and re-writing this paragraph from my secret project.

It is raining when I wake. Jewels slide down the window, more beautiful than diamonds, and worthless. I get up feeling sluggish, my mouth full of chalk. I am empty as a cicada's shell. I go to the kitchen and drink two tall glasses of orange juice. It helps. Not enough, but it helps.

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