22 January 2009
north
I'm going back through all this beauty to my little house in the morning. I'm allergic to it, but, well, you know.
Been being a good daughter for the past couple days and a vexed patient, an impatient.
Chaos somehow emerged from order again, and I only know my skin biopsy is negative for lupus. The rest, and there's a lot of it, is stultifyingly up in the air... like throwing jacks, like throwing jacks with my doctor and finding myself at a loss when I thought I had it won.
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