letter to michelle
it was about 2 in the morning.
“and the citizens against govt waste and the other watchdog organizations. i have fought against special issues, i have fought for reform.”
i admired one talking head more than the other. the din of the fan filled the spaces between the words, not complimentary as a shoe fits its boot, but rather as a piece fits its whole. word noise, machine noise, i found the entire night noisy, restless, and the same.
and i kinda giggled b/c paused mid-word his mouth was kind full of air, like a balloon. or, like a fan making noise.
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