January 2011
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MONTANA : Bozeman : GUANA NOTES
Christmas, Middle of the Night, 12-25-10
I wake up in Vermont. The moon appears larger, feels closer. And it’s Christmas. I feel myself melting into a new year. My plans, so many plans, all vanish into the sheer spaciousness of Vermont, where the smell of pine and candles replaces the smell of a decomposing body on the E train, the smell I try on Wednesday to walk away from only to...