Wednesday, April 26, 2006

day three

I work therefore I am.

They are all named Doris, with halos of white fluff and watery eyes. They can't place me. Whatever they were, this is what they are now: the great undoing. It makes the methodic accumulation of my life laughable.

Ashes to ashes, Doris to Doris.

1 comment:

L. said...

Day to Day.