the quiet and dark of november muffles words sometimes. it's a lesson in resting in the contours of silence.
but is this rest or breath-holding?
because it feels like the world is in wait for the arrival of my best friend's baby.
or. maybe it's me, an ocean away at 2 am, knowing that the due date has come.
and nothing else matters.
(it's enough to make a girl homesick.)
Posted by bananie at November 9, 2002 12:00 AM | TrackBack