april 10, 2009. friday.
as i make sujud against the back of an airplane seat,
i dream of orange sands and count the hours til i'm there.
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april 11, 2009. saturday.
vomiting in a london shopping market
and being asked about morning sickness by a japanese woman
was not how i imagined my vacation thus far.
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april 12, 2009. sunday.
london car rides make my head spin in the worst way possible
so i avoid their suggestions about going out
and entertain them with my american novelties.
oh my god. becky, look at her butt.
who the fuck issues a passport that expires in two years?
three more days.
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april 13, 2009. monday.
this day, i can already tell,
will be irrelevant in the scheme of things.
i know by the way it stretches out way too long
but by the time i lie down to sleep,
i've already forgotten
most of everything
between now and the time i woke up.
two more days.
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april 14, 2009. tuesday.
i’m more comfortable the second i step into the libyan embassy
than i have been for my entire trip to london
i know these people have a sense of kinship with me
that they know about the owul september boys
and their eyebrow smiles.
i wonder when was the last time they’ve been to sabrata
or eaten bazine, as i wait for my passport.
afterward, i wander london with an arab girl
with blue contacts
she asks me if i hate myself and i laugh.
why is she asking me?
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