Friday, May 1, 2009


let's speak of the past in the future perfect tense

There are times, like today, when the past comes and slaps you across the face and laughs "you aren't done with me yet," and so you are shaken by a sighting of purple and one mustache and a form you can't even recognize anymore, and even though it's the first day of May, and the sun is back, and you are going to see your wombmate in a mere twenty days, and you are finally going to get a stamp in your passport, you are shaken.

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