15. 4:00 p.m. - 4:30 p.m.

Trapped in a phonebooth on a first date. A torrent outside the glass and aluminum.

This close to him, her heart beats quickly. NotLaur needs this. She's happy here, wants to make a move.

They emailed for months before he finally agreed to meet her. They did dinner, had drinks. If it weren't raining, she'd offer to sit with him. The bench. Light her pipe. They could smoke and lose themselves in laughter. Make later easier. Be easy later.

She waits for his sign, a visual hint, something to happen. Their clothes cling, the wet fabric wrinkled, but snug. She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling in steady time as the run to the booth slowly fades from her lungs.

He remembers a booth from the past.º Sitting on the ground listening to John Giorno through headphones.

She senses he's not here. Wonders what she did wrong. 'He's too smart for me,' she thinks. 'I'm not pretty enough.'

She clears her throat. He returns.

What are you doing?

"Pining," he says, and silently curses weather. It's thunder all the time.[mp3]º

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