Ugh I’m in super cute lingerie, stockings, and a black silk robe but the person I’m with is wasted. How lame and whutta waste of a sexy outfit.
I was alternately stimulated and depressed. It seemed to me that I was half unlearning what I had never learned and yet knew so well—how to live.
The only scene I remember vividly from my dream last night was Patti Smith reciting a poem she wrote for me then cupping my cheeks in her hands and gently kissing me on the lips. I woke up with moths in my stomach and a sense of longing.