archives for Thursday 11 September 2008
conversations with me
Thursday 11 September 2008 | 13 cookies in the jar
Me: Why are we awake? It’s 2:30 in the morning.
Me: Because the Brujo woke me when he got up to pee and walked into the bedroom door.
Me: And then I lay there and started a poem in my head about the opened sardine can that was left in the stairwell at school—the one with half-an-inch […]
