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lines on a taco bell napkin
february 8th, 2001

I don't know. I need to be sleeping. Or at least doing homework. I've just 
felt...very *not* motivated to do anything today. One of those 
let's-sit-around-and-watch-movies sorts of evenings when I have introductions 
to Joyce to read and acts of Richard III to plod through and an astronomy quiz 
tomorrow. I have done very little of any of this.

Lines written on Taco Bell napkins on my way home from school:

somewhere
on the other side of the world
people are laughing
because
my footprints refuse to bleed through

we stand in separate houses
and only touch base
when our faces intercept