becoming a person [one fragment at a time]


12.30.2000

Here is a wonderful shot of a darling little child sitting on a milkstool with a pail, milking a cow. The curly haired barefoot cutie is wearing a long sleeve shirt and overalls. Cow is wearing leather.

12.26.2000

when i was very small i would stare at the ceiling for hours. i still stare at the ceiling for hours until it becomes the floor or the wall or the big open skies of montana and the rolling yellow hills of wyoming. i stumble when i stand.

did i already say this? death by pixisticks.

12.24.2000

my mother had an ectopic pregnancy

i am the woman on the short end of the sleep stick

12.07.2000

seventy-eight cards

12.01.2000

my spine, especially the bit that runs through my neck, feels as though it has moved two inches to the right. this is not a good feeling.

my grandfather slit his wrists the same day my father came home from having eye surgery, with strict instructions not to cry.


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