2001-01-03 - 639 pm

i thought that trite thoughts came less easily than this.

white bread crumbs against a black plate look like stars, except i live in chicago where the stars are few and caught against purple light.

i want to go to rural wisconsin or new mexico or perhaps oregon and see stars. real big ones and real bright ones slathered across sky, not dinky and pale and barely there and not so real.