Rehearsing for Nothing
This is a waking blog
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Thin, middle-aged woman on the uptown A, suitcase crowding her knees. She must've got on at JFK. Virgin tags. Shoulders slumped. Legs crossed and the top one fidgeting. She yawns. The body memory of landing unconsciously expressed.
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