I am pregnant. My main objective is to arrive at the warehouse intact. The way is treachorous, jagged, rocky, wet, windy. At the dinner party, they fill my plate with vegetables including parsnips, raw, and so much juice I can't even begin to think about drinking it especially since I have no appetite to speak of. He is there with a little gang of girls, the girls from the bar, with their homemade skirts and drugs. I can't do any drugs so they've got no time for me. The yellow flowers in my hair, which is longer than it has been in a long while, draw alot of attention. I get a plate of food to go, wrapped in foil, and head back out. Now it's night, now it's not. It's like Gexto Spain. I'm enjoying the cliffy wind on my face but there's fires on the water. Like from an oil-spill or man-made catastrophe. The rigs out there are like Grand Isle. I keep walking and Annie my dog is with us. I am obviously pregnant now. It's been a long while. The city is dun-colored with beech and birch trees. Like my idea of where I come from in Russia. Nobody speaks my language and as I reach into my purse to pay the toll I discover my miscarried baby. Annie has no leash. The clouds are moving too fast, I am dizzy, I sit down.
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Lambert Hendricks & Ross: Twisted
Smell: Baking squash
Wish: Peonies