chicago incarnations

these are signs that i'm ready for a break. flying home tomorrow morning (no liquids on the plane! take yr shoes off and sneak yr dirty hair thru security without arousing suspicion!) will be such a welcome escape for a week before i'm back in this city again.

i'm not sure i like this latest revision, all sneers and slipknots and sleepy condescension, and i'm not sure i'm really better off with these x-ray eyes and illiterate agenda and impatience like toenails. i kind of want to go back to bare feet and smoldering wicks and petals stuck in my hair and my teeth. i kind of want to be scared of anyone at all again, scared into pewter poses and bashful paper airplanes.

(the bookstore floor is a-calling, and you never really have to buy.)