4:49 p.m. - Saturday, Aug. 06, 2011
Mosquitos
Sometimes you just can't play it away. Hands and arms and back and stomach and feet and legs all vibrating . . .throat raw.
I watched the fly, watching his reflection. Trying to detach from the discomfort of the vulnerability. Sometimes I think that sickening feeling of openness . . .no cover to sink beneath, no distraction to help ignore what's present . . .that sickening feeling means I'm doing it right.
I'm doing it right.
I'm doing it, right?
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