18:34 - Sept. 12, 2005
chute UP
then one day you can finally say no: nope, sorry. that isn't good enough.
and it feels so good to say, like it was waiting years in your throat for that exact moment to spring out and suddenly you can /breathe/ again, and the air tastes so good (like Marsh Creek in the fall).
last night i passed a dead animal on the road and i kept going... then stopped my car and turned around in a driveway, and went back. it wasn't bloodied and i couldn't stand to think another car might come along and smash up its little body so i turned around and, headlights standing witness, unceremoniously (still a little unnerved) pulled the rabbit into the bushes with a blessing. but rabbits are fear, you know, and that was my fear last night: dead. missing its left hind leg. ever thought you could find so much meaning in roadkill? not until you've lived in my head.
