The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Where have all the poisons gone?

Damn well better be last day of cramps.

This is where the meanness goes. The bitterness, the complaints. I used to be able to tell someone, now I carp about her.

The cat loves my new, very soft, robe.

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