2002Jan04
Katrina’s
[Oklahoma]

Ironic how I find solace in words now when they only used to taunt me. I suppose part of it is pure boredom. I could be nearing California by now, though I would be road weary. Instead I am nearing the core of my heart, world weary and drinking bourbon which I can’t afford. There’s something about Katrina. She doesn’t know she wasn’t the first to offer me a ride at that freeway ramp, but I could see her strength and I needed that. Now I see that she doesn’t feel strong and I understand that. She doesn’t know how I hate to be left alone, rather, that I hate having to be alone, isolated. And yet, I’m not feeling abandoned, just bored. I feel at home here, but not enough to paint the walls. She says Katrina means ‘pure one’. She doesn’t know about Louveena which means ‘to purify’. She was the witch I befriended on my way to Virginia. Would I not have been pure enough to meet her before Louveena, or does Katrina mark the end of my purification? Her interest in witchcraft fascinates me and I wonder if she knows she is a witch, or that magic isn’t just something you do on a full moon. I could talk to her for hours about anything. I just can’t talk to myself anymore.