And in my dream? I was george harrison

12 January, 2004 11:36 a.m.

Today I will eat left-over chicken korma and think about sleeping on narrow couches with his body lined up next to mine, or staring at pictures, listening to Kaia, rubbing our faces together and ignoring everything but our bodies shared warmth. Today, I might see him again, and that is happiness in itself.

Last night, I dreamt that Bobby Burgess died.

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