I'm craving long drives. It's the second day of work and already I feel exhausted. I've spent most of the day drawing battle scenes and birds. I can't sit still.
story:
her daughter brought her
fashion magazines in the hospital.
she could barely lift them
with shakey hands, skin
stretched like wax over
cheekbones.
flourescent lights glared
on grey linoleum;
machines buzzed all night.
"white is making a comeback."
the old woman closed the cover
of vogue and started to cry.
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