in this (my) neighborhood pt. 140 (maine … again)

Day 35:
Start: Newburyport, MA
Finish: Wells, ME
Miles: 52.3

What I’m Reading:

i never wanted to grow up to be anything horrible
as a man.  my biggest fear  was the hair  they said
would    snake    from  my   chest,   swamp    trees
breathing  as  i  ran.  i prayed for a  different  kind
of  puberty . . .

— Sam Sax / “Bildungsroman”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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