the world was on fire
. The alarm is Janis Joplin and rain is forecasted to start in 31 minutes. Rain…
. I pick up her empty food bowl and realize I left her water in the sink last night. Pangs of guilt at how distracted I’ve been.
. What sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away?
. Everyone has their umbrellas up but the sprinkles feel like kisses on my forehead and I wonder if they know that this scent is petrichor.
. #12. brow furrow.
. She photographs all the tree blossoms and unties her hair because she likes the way the rain softens it.
. Pick up the clothes from the floor. Pick up the clutter from the table. Put away the dishes. I keep the green frog’s feet.
. Wifey. She doesn’t approve.
. Blistered tomatoes + wilted Swiss chard + penne + extra parm. It’s been a minute.
. The feel of this evening.
. Queer Eye + Men Without Women.