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on a rainy day
from november 8, 2002; 5:56 pm

did you know yesterday there was the big storm the tree was out there it was all woosh woosh

did you know at my house there was a tree that got split right in half

how big was it

it was probably . . .

how tall

i don't know maybe about . . . sixty-seven times as tall as you?

the big tree that we have out there you know that one umm yeah the leaves were blowing like pretend this is the tree they were like

yeah

see this is these are the leaves

the trees like that outside my house

dad had to take the basketball pole down otherwise it would have fallen down probably uh heh heh! the butterfly's so happy smiling

yeah

lost a tooth! oh.

uh hmm!

ah! oh! i almost fell down. heh.

(rain dripping, bean bag chair noise)

i went out in the garage to visit our cats lots of times last night

(rain dripping. he climbs bean bag chair, on bed; slides down. i share a smile with her. she laughs.)

(he continues.)

(their shirts glow in the black light.)

ah! something hit me, heh. oh, wow, here --

-- thank you --

-- you dropped it.

stop moving around so much, i say -- just listen to the rain and the clown.

okay.

he can't stop -- he's a child, he's bound to the movement of children. memories . . .

She rearranges her hair for the second time.

he laughs, my keys clack.

hi, i'm back, dominic, if you want to come out

movement, cough

okay, no?

he leaves.

it moves, in slow, even circles -- memories -- unfinished, but back in its upright position.

she lies on the bed, watching me clack.

it would be really weird to hear voices in your head. i smile, can't help myself, laugh silently.

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