you are what you read.
I am beginning to accept that I will continually reinvent myself for the rest of my life.
oh, heaven is the lakes and trails of maine and pennsylvania, and maybe licking an ice cream cone in a small town in vermont. the shores of lake george, purple lightning tap-tap-tapping the tops of trees. touching my lips to the soft creases of a horse's nose. my face pressed into the steady breath of a dreaming dog's stomach. the rise and, equally, falling.
I am a big fish I am a big fish I am a big fish ain't nobody got time for jokes about the sea. we're swimming in it!
yesterday Claudine asked me if I was happy. I said who the fuck are you Claudine I just made you up in my head. then I walked down 52nd street, turned a corner, and disappeared
