marking and boxing and oh yes, sleeping.

back hunched, computer sitting gingerly upon boxes. i crouch on a pillow, in an empty room. my mark left, but quietly removed if such a thing is possible. the memories flood. boxes and boxes and dust and things thown out. the objects of my life again carted off to a distant place as the great sitting grows closer by the hour. the body has recovered beautifully. legs limber and calm. water, on a still day.

so i prepare the last minute things. re-route the mail. call the dsl people. close accounts. buy sunscreen. {does the natural stuff work?} organize my brain. sleep. oh yeah, sleep.

Posted by jeff pitcher at May 24, 2004 12:11 AM

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