Friday, May 16, 2008 — Materiel
M.,
I still shake. this cold longing and fear a fog bank. and here on the coast it’s so hot today (30 C) and still I can’t clear. can’t feel heat.
days pass. then you write three words, take it easy. nothing more. sign, M, no x’s.
and W.O., love is a fucking desert (war) sometimes.
and I have no matériel.
S
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