cutting great neck

i'm tired.




crumpling into this chair.

hotel california by gypsy kings, such a beautiful song.

now the night plies in strings across my room and forms a vast black web with thin, supple cords that swallow me.




i am so tired.

i did the ncte impromptu today. i feel like i did well--i wrote something about israel, something intimate and weird and yet strangely something i had never contemplated before.



good night. off to the warm bed.