A Fork in the River

Anyway, B came back then, so I stopped.

At Lincoln Center now in a gray breeze rained by Elvis and the fountain. Opera concert was last night and I stained my tounge so black and burned last night that it seems a relief that I'm even breathing today. And my scar will be a week old tomorrow.

I don't know what's wrong lately... I feel like I knew GoldenFinch and now I don't and things run in such different rivers (god, I love that breeze!) That I have realized that this isn't a fork. I haven't ever been of the same source. I cut off all my nails last night. Mommy should be here soon... if she's ever on time... And my throat hurts and I have to go to NJ tomorrow to sing and Dr. B is going to give me so much stress. (They call me Poor Boy!)

Anyway, I have been in either one phase or another of "out of it" since Wednesday and I can see how life like this is so easy and how the days can become annoying and weary passages between the blissful nights. (The air! The air!) I can see the comfort and the color and the inevitability of the pattern once it starts.

Anyway... I have a headache and my throat burns. I hope that Dr. B isn't too pissed. Anyway... I feel too blah to write anymore... Blame it on El Niño! I'll go back and read.