I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Places in my apartment #1
One corner. One section of wall. Two hundred Pez-shaped containers of seed beads, my wine bottle faces, wicker and sea grass.