2003-11-10 8:01 pm

Berlin

I have been telling people that I am moving to Berlin. Most think it is a good idea. Some people are puzzled.

I have written the flight number in permanent ink above my door. It hangs there like mistletoe, or an epitaph. Everytime I walk beneath it my thoughts rise up to Berlin, and I kiss it harshly. I cannot tell if I am kissing a woman or a gravestone.

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