am i rough enough.

her bones hurt. all I heard from her in over 4 years. we sat around poking at the rest of the tomato salad. the breathing part is difficult this time of year I say, especially through the throat. bogged down in tissues, linking my feet over the side of the stove range. all this pausing and scratching will do me no good. superstition and a penchant for difficult crossword puzzles. I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with sleater-kinney. having some really wacky conversation with janet weiss - we sang a rolling stones song - such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl hopping around on bended knees - the other sleater-kinnies only mildly amused. before their introduction on stage janet walked up the angled stadium stairs -very movielike, you know that direct beeline where people just evaporate around the sassy leading woman with a bewildered excitement on their round over-exacting faces. at this point she had curly hair (give or take), and to my surprise, made out with me while the band was being announced. wow. I realized during this that my girlfriend was standing behind me, two rows back, but she would most definitely understand. I mean, she once told me she would never turn down harrison ford if he came knocking on her door. with his sly squinting eyes and foxy silver hair. maybe he doesn’t even have silver hair - but sounds accurate to me. then an instant replay of the makeout projected on the big stadium screens. not very accurate - both of us suddenly 6 foot tall shampoo models. curly hair abound. there was a whispering of things in ears. hair model one slipping slipping hair model two a plastic hotel key. and such. ah, dreamland.