brazilian wacks

Hooray! Sleep-pants season has started! Now, let us Atlantans revel in this realization for the two months it will be "cold".

I had a dream I went to the junkyard and it was pretty empty. In the dream it looked like IKEA but was actually in some family's house. I found the location of the European cars but instead of Volvos or Mercedes there were boxes of Lego pieces and brand-new, boxed office chairs that swivel. They said they get new shipments every Tuesday, but it was Sunday. Hayley and I left as a child poured water from a watering can on my head.

the royal road.

I ride the subway from here to Chicago. Somehow we run into each other. We get to talking. Confidence swirls in spurts about my head. I say little, and we look at each other. She talks about the future wedding, and that she is sorry. I think she does that pouty lip thing she did when I knew her. "You don't think it's strange to go to that three weeks [months] after me?" "I do." She mentions something unborn. Her staunch stonewall falls in pieces about her. The possibility of it belonging to me. I ask her how she wants to handle it. She ignores the question, but I know she hears me. I have said my peace, and board the subway back to Atlanta.


I wake up refreshed with the closure I had to give myself.

"I think I am finally ready to move on."