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/ november is a month of ghosts

a grey knive lurking on the corner of the bathroom counter, incongruously balanced on the edge - just about to fall - the light of day leaked into the room like dish detergent being squeezed gently out of a bottle, and over in the corner, rats rustled in a paper bag. he walked into the room to the sound of the ceiling fan slowly misunderstood. his left sneaker squeaked slightly. paper in his pocket crumpled up and a blue crayon behind one ear. a muddy cigarette in one hand and no lighter. his eyes are silently stained-glass windows inside a church with no congregation, waiting for the hollow bellpulls - the doorbell of the Almighty. he takes out a sharpie and marks an x on the wall. moments later a fly buzzes fatly in and lands on the ��������������������������������������������spot, preening and humming to itself. below, at the baseboard, an ant trundles in. he looks at the mirror. he looks away. outside, a bird hits the window, and all things still, in hushed������������������������������������������mourning. an ignorant cricket looses a selfish mating call and
2003-04-05, 4:23 a.m.

everywhere you go ... "

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a girl.

snow.

"it's beginning to look a lot like christmas ...

[ - walking, suddenly, from group to group, as snow falls and my eyes inevitably fall with it, to the asphalt, where footprints demarcate messy tracks through the whiteness - the lights are bright, my head pounds slightly - i look up, note my destination group is a tight circle.

i stop midway & look up.

the sky is filled with stars of a less stable dimension, flakes that tumble incessantly -

a girl.

redderlips have i seen.

i stop midway and don't move. until we are called back inside - ]

if my name were billy, or thomas, i think i would be happier. my name is that of a lesser saint of travellers - with a baptizer in the middle ... christopher, bearing christ over the river - john, baptizing christ in the river ...

i am made of water. wells and wells of dark, deep water. tonight that water forms snow, like static on a tv, in a little black box.

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