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By Misti Date: 2004 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.01.19.28.20927]] |
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It's quiet here in Bridgeport, Texas. The sun is just up and not shining. There has been rain. I would like to smell the air right now but I am in bed, too lazy to leave. I hear birds crying out to each other in their language. Ever so often a car drives by down the paved road that was a dirt road when I was a girl and wanted to be Rapunzel. My grandmother is in bed in the next room. I know that she is awake. She knows that I hate her. She is in pain. She has extreme restless leg syndrome and something else. Last night I heard her call a massage therapist. Last night she heard me crying on the phone to my boyfriend. I left my boyfriend and friends and city parking job and studio apartment in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I'm in Bridgeport now, going crazy. |