low_flying_planes kali one passed my open window last night, and i was instantly in her bed again. we were draped in morning light with a breeze exhaled from open windows to cool our bare arms, the anger of yet another plane taking off, disturbing our perfect sleep. i think it is one of those things that will be forever imprinted on my memory. every passing airliner will remind me of my first, illicit night of expressed desire. 010830 ... kali she was right. it is quieter on sunday mornings. 010902 what's it to you? who go blather from