i don't think i can ride the bike this morning. it's a blizzard. i slept with r.'s kneesocks on my hands and arms, one wet layer, one dry. like long green paws. my hands curled in the space of her little feet. i keep looking out-looking in. i have a tendency to depression in this world.
this body. now this thing. i need to think of beautiful new skin, not tinea, but tinea is undeniably in me. i hope the fernleaf biscuit root, toza, lomatium dissectum works. i need something in me stronger than the fungus. to save my own skin. oh well kids, i'll see you after i brave this storm. the pictures might be white.
i was wiping my keyboard and oh tannenbaum started playing.
soon...