friday 30 april 02004 4:15pm
on the train to santa barbara, while he is en flight to hawaii

i found a piece of his hair on my pants. tried and tried and at last succeeded in wrapping it twice around my wrist and knotting it there. it tickles the skin and tiny hairs of my wrist. it's on the left wrist, and speaks to me there, like a whisper, of james.