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Morning Reflectionsmorning rainfall and therepeating thud of the washing machine — an occasional stomp on the ceiling overhead as the neighbor I’ve never met ... gets dressed. I’d heard the water running through her pipes just before my own shower — I’d heard her stomping just before I went to sleep myself last night. late weekend morning, drying off and laying on my bed in soft flannel boxer shorts — I’m reading a novel that’s not too convincing. I should have read it last night, but a friend had forced me out to bars, eating suicidal hot wings, and my muffler had groaned and grumbled till it fell off in the rain. today the repair shop is closed, and I need a haircut, and I need to pay my rent — today’s a day to catch up on things. I turn back to reading the novel (C) 10/1/94 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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