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i am in anotherish world tonight. finished so much of the magazine. went to work on my monthlong project, which has taken up so much of the artTable, that any other work contemplated is automatically denied. that’s ok. i can amuse myself. so worked there. sewed many sequins. drank some wine, took some ibuprofen for the back/neckache that seems so consistent. daydreamed and thought unspeakable things. missed the girls so much. remembered. dwelled in the past for a short time. then scanned, posted, felt the cold front blow into my left wrist. from the bit of open window. felt the quiet darkening house. heard the train. wondered how my poet can nap so long then expect to have a real sleep. wondered a million more things. still those trains. i guess the soup is warm now. so bye.