we redecoco rated
wo!
everything is not as it was.
giirl paarty.
big fuuton beds upstairs make it a palace.
between beds and movieland
is a curtain of silk stalkings
all shades of tan with seamed backs and covered heel and toes.
beauté.
phan fan has learned how to climb the steps all on her own.
she is precious.
coming down is the best. she swivels each step,
to land back paws first. all the way down.
or else she jumps.
with an orange fuzzy thick yarn bow, and she likes it.

and the rest is studeo!
and the rest is kitchen (which we may adopt another fridge for pastry)
and the rest is to bike around (once i fix two flat tires, one for each bike)
and the rest is big windows (floor to ceiling) to see the city and sky)

and pay the rent....

and jobs are comming,,,,,

maybe i'll aply at urban outfitters, and be a snaz or maniacs.

ya za.

but when kitchen things arrrive at a good price on wednesday,
i will blow the top off the cuisine and make it patisss-erie- ahhhh.

and give out samples to melt little cafés and they will like me to lick...
the spoon.

and classes have been chosen for fall and winter,
but i may change them all around again again again.
to see, soon see.

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last night was emotional
for the stupid swelling up from
watching a docu drama
on cbc tele (one of the two channels we get)
and it was toooo touching,
but it really shouldnt have been,
about Hurricane, the boxer,
being in jail for murder he did not commit,
for 20 or thirty years, not fun.

and later there were thougths
of people i miss too much
and can't be without
for so long
and will be,
so get use to it,
how !

and our bed room not a room
and i am
being hyperly emotional
in the most muted way
with no kleenex
and the cat kept licking the clock for company ing me
and writting about it, making it make sense.
making it make me, more.
and girlina on the phone to her boy,
talking pale ly
and her complaints
and his complaints
and no one notices
but thats good
but she never notices these things
or else im good at it, that way.
but to be beside, and still...


making it make sense.


i still love you
i can't stop.

(accompanied by pictures of long arms with jets of drops and dashes all journeying past eyes, with ears of various animals)