December 18, 2005 | 6:15 p.m.
gone daddy gone.

best friend says we’re the most wait and see that she has ever seen. meanwhile the trees have overgrown the railroads, in sepia tones. and by the light of broken lamp posts, from the height of toppled phone poles, i have hung my heart with twine, to dry for the one thousandth time.

until morning, honey.
until, morning, sugar.
until the milk in your tea is just history.