I was sitting there at the beach, after the rain, eating a vegetarian vietnamese sub.
I was biting off the paper in my teeth and spitting out your name into the waves.
I smiled at an old woman and the wind blew my hair all around.
She did not return my smile.
So I counted seagulls.
twenty of them.
The old woman came back and said something foreign and put
five caramels from the ukraine in my lap
and walked away.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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