cowlick deb we part, goodbyes hanging all awkward around the spiral phone cord that tangles itself betwixt my fingers i hear the click that reminds me just how far 900 miles really is and my heart sinks as i whisper what we both want to say your bad day meets my voice; it's supposed to make it all better, but my tongue fights with my teeth over just what to say and your, "i really missed you today" goes seemingly unnoticed when, in truth, i held back what i didn't think you're ready to hear. i think you want me to say it but i need to hear it too, and i'm not quite sure your mouth could comply gaps between thick strands of words glare against all we allow ourselves to say leaving what we won't naked no matter how we try to hide it 8-26-00 001001 ... tourist I had em when I was a kid. sticking out at right angles from my head. Grew my hair long, long down my back. Kept it bound down for long years, finally cut it short again, figured I'd trained my scalp. Wrong. Up the damn things pop again. Thank goodness I don't have to look at myself. I can just pretend that they don't exist as long as I shun mirrors. 001102 what's it to you? who go blather from