Going Home with Myself 11.30.98
11.29.03

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I remember the night I broke up with him, J.
asking me “You think a lot of melancholy thoughts,
don’t you?” I am thinking them now. Perhaps
it’s because I’ve not eaten today but
nothing seems fully real. It feels like a
Sunday. Perhaps everyone is still adjusting
to the idea of it’s being Monday. I
am here, at Coffee Plantation, ostensibly
to meet someone but I look a little
too weird to actually get hit on. Perhaps
I should just have worn jeans....this
outfit so suits my mood, though.
Dress like what you want to go home with...
I am not. I cannot fathom random sex
tonight...I am in any case not in the
right costume. The moon is out, I’m feeling
fertile and out of condoms.  ¶ 2:33 AM