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this is my window in jamaica plain a year or two ago.


this is my window now.


this is the boat that i lived on for the last couple months, before coming to where i am now.


this is where i am now.


this is a table in the back room of a bar on the upper west side of manhattan,

on a night that started well but ended by my getting BOOM! disenchanted with everybody's fun-having happiness, leaving without saying goodbye, walking a freezing hour to the subway because the subway entrance thingies were closed because the jubongous inflatable creatures for the macy's thanksgiving day parade were sprawled all over central park west, changing trains eleventy hundred times and finally getting home around three or four or five in the morning and passing out drunkish on the couch and waking up cold and uncomfortable having mostly on purposefully missed my six am bus to boston and then climbing into bed and freaking the fuck out and crying for hours and hours and probably freaking the fuck out of my (calm and understanding) brother on the phone and generally missing thanksgiving that year.

but that was in another town, in another time.



here is the boat again, but different, and smaller.