Last night was good. Instead of my usual retina-frying session in front of a screen, I read inked words on paper---lots and lots of lovely, tactile, hard copy pages ~~
draped across bent knees, they flipped like windswept leaves ~~
held above a steaming tub, they wrinkled and grew limp, smudging shadows of connection on my moist fingertips ~~
pillow-propped in bed, they lullabied my head as eyes fought to find sleep-blurred words unread~~
or something like that.2005-01-28
sleep-blurred words
yeah.