Friday, April 3

People: Read Mark Doty.

Outside it might or might not snow. Inside I sit looking at Gunbarrel through the office window. Bland commercial buildings, ducks on the irrigation ditch, parking lots, low-hanging clouds, things generally colored like the modern American West.

I could leave. I want to leave. I'm not even sure if I'm referring to the fact (established!) that it's after 5:00 on a Friday afternoon and I'm still at work, or that it's the spring of 2009 and I'm still in Boulder. Either way, I'm just not sure where to go next.

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