the girls are unfurling
. Birdsong at 4:45am and falling in and out of disjointed dreams.
. A poem for the weekend that steals my breath.
. Kiwi + pineapple + spinach, into the blender. The kiwi makes my throat itch but I eat it anyways.
. I’m here for the cat food, but find myself squeezing the dog toys.
. The windows are open across from each other and the breeze finds a path through the apartment, knocking over a vase and scattering turkey feathers + broken glass.
. “But the place you return to is always slightly different from the place you left. That’s the rule. It can never be exactly the same.” ~ Men Without Women
. Big band brass.
. I call her wifey in the cab and we take selfies.
. Disco dancing ensues.
. Sherry, brandy, amaro, walnut bitters.
. I left the windows open and the apartment is freezing. I throw an extra blanket on the bed.