this is a love letter.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
jamie has been dead for one year exact, and i am haunted still.
in new orleans, i make a wish at a voodoo altar to be perfectly happy, to understand why donna, dead a year almost, visits me in dreams again. there is a dream altar also, but i only have one dollar to spare. i start to think i might be hexed and halfheartedly finger a potion, a talisman, a small bag of bones. i think about d. saying 'not everything is about me,' but everything about me is about me, and maybe i'm hexed, maybe that's my hex.
there are other ghosts, of course. but max is not among them; he's just gone. and now what if?
in new orleans, i make a wish at a voodoo altar to be perfectly happy, to understand why donna, dead a year almost, visits me in dreams again. there is a dream altar also, but i only have one dollar to spare. i start to think i might be hexed and halfheartedly finger a potion, a talisman, a small bag of bones. i think about d. saying 'not everything is about me,' but everything about me is about me, and maybe i'm hexed, maybe that's my hex.
there are other ghosts, of course. but max is not among them; he's just gone. and now what if?
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