I've
been thirsty for months now, thirsty in the middle of the night,
thirsty in the morning, thirsty now. That terrible choking rasp in my
mouth, a thought bubble thick with crosshatching hanging over me. And
the water, this thing with no savor is so curiously delicious: cold,
frustratingly viscous at first but then exquisitely fluid. It shoots up
into the center of my brain just as it enters my belly and I am saved.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
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