From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Friday, May 7th, 1999 14:31 PM
Subject: RE RE RE RE RE RE RE RE Wow, you’re up early
Stacey, I wish I could magically appear in your house without any planning or warning. Just so it would be the moment. (oops that sounds way creepy)
Anyway, I guess by wishing it – I blew it. So strike that. (message to self – don’t pretend to understand – it only feels patronising)
And please – don’t feel any pressure about turning up tonight.
What if I don’t turn up either? That’d make it easier, wouldn’t it?
PS did you write that poem? I love it.
I’m going to smash all the clocks,
toast some bread,
make a tent out of my doona
and stay home in bed.