August 2010
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It's so humid that the windows to my room are...
I feel the water creep out of my ear after I take a shower and think of sustained relationships and reasons for leaving parts of myself in different hiding places—underneath seats on the airplane, in between rocks, inside a sock, the crease behind your ear.
On the other side of the world you are maybe clearing out your throat and thinking, briefly, about something that happened when we were...