homicidal lesbian terrorist

i see your women caught behind windows
in their homes, behind rows and rows
of bleached and frightened children.
They speak men's words, not their own
except those languages they've
learned to speak in secret
and in dreams, if they've
not forgotten.

- Joy Harjo, From the Salt Lake City Airport '82

Friday, July 20

I still am a lazy beech.

So I'm lazy. Sue me. I can't stand to look at a computer screen at home since I use one all day long. But no worries, I'm working on my writing. I think I'll work on paper & then type it in.

Rolls is here from Singapore; it's been so long since I've seen him, and I can't wait to eat dinner tonite - he's cooking. Hoorah! Friday is cool.

I miss a social life. Here's to making one!

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