May 27, 2009

posted by caroline picard


i had a dream about you last night. i was in an upstairs library where m. was doing research on ben franklin. there was a book there that i picked up, it was bound in a red leather folder and inside there were loose pages all about the various forefathers’ lives. there was also a sheet of newsprint that had all of their signatures, except the handwriting was childish (like a handwriting class from the fourth grade) and written in pencil. upon closer examination of the book moshe and i discovered that franklin was decidedly a dandy. i remarked upon the binding. i then went outside on the porch and started talking to you and you were like “no fucking shit Franklin was a fucking dandy,” providing additional evidence to the point. i wish i could remember the stories you told me, but they felt very intimate.


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