Thursday, July 26, 2012
8am Thursday, dusty pre-August sky. Sun rising through enamel haze.  The flat light picks out imperfections in the world: gum globs; sidewalk cracks; a scar on the face of a woman waiting at the light, troweled over with foundation and half-hidden beneath the thick black arm of her D&G glasses.

Last night's dream: looking in the fridge, among the bagged spinach, blueberry tubs and wrapped cheeses, for a letter.

The cats' reproachful black eyes.

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