last night i dreamed about long confusing tours of city streets and alleyways, so many new people i was reluctant to befriend. can i go yet? some girl with long skinny weak blonde dreads was my new fourth roommate. possibly. she was also half that other girl, the one with the chlorine neck.
finding a post office on some floor of a maze of a building, dark and dingy, opening to a wide concrete cube, rows of hanging canvas bags for destination and day - i needed to send a letter to belgrade. rough brown envelope. she was looking for a laundry card and i heard her say my name.
lost the rest. half-hearted fucking. rainy skies. woke up and couldn't remember what was real.
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