sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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scraps from scotland

Transposed from paper travel journal are the following:

there's a reflection of a girl
in the train window
trees and green and the world
streaming by. Somewhere
in the center of Scotland, somewhere
the eyes in the window get lost
and the girl hopes that this is the train that
will bring her home.

***

on a street in Glasgow I pulled
for you, I
pulled you into me.
both drunk, both lost in a moment
on Charing Cross. the cars
on the M8 fly by us and
the world is a time-lapse photograph.

***

he bedded me, he had me there
the next morning in a small bed
in a room in his parent's flat.
the cab rid back downtown was just
a cab ride, me looking disheveled,
him saying things I don't understand.

I slept for hours, I slept away
what happened until I
could rationalize my self-imposed guilt.

12:28 PM - August 24, 2004

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