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went to john ashberry's reading at st. mark's in the bowerie with j. i'd never been inside the church before, although my ex had told me about it and how song-and-dancey it is for an episcopal church. it was like most churches inside—open, high ceilings, stained glass—but in addition to the chairs in the pew areas, there were these carpeted tiered floors on the sides, with pillows scattered around. so we sat, and later laid, there.
even though i haven't hung out with j very much, i feel kind of close to him, and it was nice to lie there, staring at the ceiling, listening to mr. ashberry read lines like (paraphrasing): "the new cough drops aren't bad, tasting something like an orange slice that has been left on a girl's behind," and holding j close.
then went to moustache, ate middle eastern food, and talked about the pros (me) and cons (j) of israeli boys. before bed, sent orchids to mom for her birthday on the 3rd.
posted November 01, 2000 in delivery, print. 2004