dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, April 28, 2013


There's a big yardsale outside.  Our neighbors are selling all manner of things.  All we need is shorts for Ming.  They don't have any. 

I liked this slate.  It's a chalkboard with columns.  And I liked some jewelery. Oh, there was a very pretty journal, but it's ruled.

"Why do people like lines so much?" I asked Ming.

"So their handwriting doesn't go all over the place," he said.

"Yeah, but then they can't draw pictures," I said.

"They draw pictures right over the lines," he said.

Today I need to clean my desk again to find the things I lost while cleaning my desk a few days ago. 


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