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August 22, 2008

Woke up this morning 6am the sky looked like an ice-cream fire, sorbets burning out over Brooklyn. Later West Fourth, walked western SoHo, shopwindows all shot up with light. A bar fight, a ruin, a skinned shoo-in. A friend seen below his store’s sign, but the sign seen first and a thought: I wonder if Carlos is here. Carlos was there. Dressed in black, a business, man; discussed old apartments. “354 haunts me,” he said. I laughed and agreed. “354 haunts me, too.”

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  1. Anna permalink
    August 24, 2008 9:02 pm

    And I drunkenly haunt Carlos at Hotel Delmano. Whoops.

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