At the airport, sick in a very discernible and mucusy way, flight already delayed 1.5 hours, with clam chowder in my hair. Not off to a great start here but at least I'm on the way to the place I still call home.
To the poor soul who has the misfortune of sitting beside me on the flight: I sincerely apologize that you are stuck with both a middle seat as well as me on your left, and wish your immune system the very best of luck.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett