Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Thursday, November 07, 2002

Packed

Four hours by train, one of six in a compartment, then sprung on cold Warsaw. Fifteen minutes to sign and swear to a reverse confession�I am not a crook, or nix on the visa�then wandering for hours on cold concrete until home again, four more hours, a different half-dozen, a day strangered together. And busy tired sick. I'm not here.

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