i was just walking along queen east, in the rain rain rain, between church & sherbourne. 10 pm. i am emotionally sore, void and utterly gutted from my scene today in class. (from ‘good will hunting’…) feeling exposed, vulnerable, tired.
walking along with the wind blowing down my neck and my umbrella shaking, when i notice:
worms.
lots and lots of little worms.
and big ones.
round, long worms and they are MOVING.
i watch one of them slither and suckle itself down a grate.
i am ughing, i am oohing, i am trying to avoid them and then
i am crying!!
i am so grossed out, so wiped out, utterly utterly…
um, crazy? perhaps?
i feel like the worms are slithering into my rain boots.
i remember jock tickling my foot today at the beginning of our scene just because he’s a silly guy and i was barefoot.
i remember kit shoving the side-table to the floor today in the midst of our scene and my glass of water shattering…imagining shards of glass bouncing into my socks.
i cross the street at sherbourne, to the south side of queen.
the space between my shoulder blades, the space between my spine and chest…
is so sore.
i am so weary.
it is so wet.
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