Love with shadows

When I was with you on the flat top of a low mountain. Red earth pooled around the curled dried branches of shrubs who cackled in the wind. We were in love, with–as you said later–our shadow selves. Like the dark side of the approaching clouds. Wet air mixing with the dust anticipating its transformation to mud. It smells like the top of your head.

Sharp grass under our bodies then.

Keene

Been in Keene for the past two days. We stayed with Michelle who I met down at OWS and had dinner with near Liberty Sq.

Riding the 3 train

Riding the 3 train from Julie’s place. She was/is mad at me over taking advantage of her in regards to money. I forgot my wallet

9/11

I remember walking into 9th-grade homeroom. In the memory, there is a TV but I suspect that much is false, perhaps a fragment mixed in