(3307) Paci's clicking paws

I was at Temple. I was wearing and old dress of Zia Liva's. I wasn't wearing underwear, the wind blew up my dress, exposing myself to people on the streets. There was a dorm where the Fox School of Business would be. Kate lived there and we hung out for a little. I then met up with Monty and other people at Broad and Oxford where we started walking westward. The city soon became the suburbs, despite the fact we hadn't gone far. It was night at this point and we entered into a stranger's house. We sat on their sofa in their nice suburban home. I was sitting on a sofa squished with Colin and Kathryn laughing and snickering at a police officer asleep on a sofa facing us. Steve was sitting next to him.

I was in the backyard of 125 Farwood. Paci was standing on the monkey bars of the jungle gym we had there. I would hold up a photograph of her and block her out and she'd disappear. I went into the house and looked at old videos and photographs. I could hear her nails clicking against the wooden floor. I went into my pantry and found an old Christmas photographs of Mama and my dad when they were still together. There was a photo of my mom in a white mermaid dress and Nonno in a tuxedo. I looked at another photo of my dad that same evening of the previous photo in jeans, a white button up and a small costume cape. My mom was in the kitchen and I asked her why he was dressed that way. She said it was a Christmas party and he had been preparing the outfit for months. Zia Liva had babysat me that night they went out to that Christmas party.

(125) Sand barge under the bridge, a second vagina

Children were going missing. I noticed kittens and puppies disappearing under the Spring Garden Bridge over the Schuylkill River. I would watch glimpses of them on a sand barge in the river. Thats where all the children were going too, I wanted to go, but it was more difficult then I thought it was. I ended up having to get into the river at East Falls I followed an old wise Asian man, somehow associated with Mickey Dorff. He threw three red balloons tied to a small bundle of sticks into the river and we swam and followed them downstream towards Spring Garden Street. When I got there I had to go to France, then back to Philadelphia, and back to France, all in a small period of time.

I looked down a the right side of my abdomen. There was a flap of skin and a second vagina. It was large and more complex, softer, hairless. "This would be useful. I've been a hypocrite all my life- telling people I only had one vagina..."

(1574) Kyra early in the morning.

I was on Chris' bed, it was early morning. I was still in my pajamas and on the ridge edge, next to the door. Kyra was on the floor with me. She was sprawled across the stairs, spilling into Chris' room. I asked why she was there. She told me she was hanging out with Monty. I told her I was happy for them. Chris was going on about how he wished I would stop squirming. How he woke up once every hour because of it and had gotten no sleep.

New Jersey in the winter.

The sun was peeking over the horizon, orange and purple. Chris and I were at this house, there were other people there as well. We were in this bed, a TV was on lighting up the room. There was a wooden floor. The house was in a housing development communities and the houses all looked alike. I realized this house was Harry's mom's house. We were in it because they were on vacation. I had this sense of panic run through me. Quick. Get out. What if they come home? We're not supposed to be here. Chris was very nonchalant about the whole ordeal. We left and I think we were in New Jersey. It was winter. New Jersey in the winter has this feeling. It's brighter, quieter, the blue sky is bluer than in the summertime because everything is a sandy color, the grass, the trees, the dunes. I was at this old rundown aviation museum. I walked through it's cold halls, afternoon light peeking in through the glassless windows, the bright blue hallways echoing. It was quiet. Someone I knew was there, it might have been Diane