Finally got my little rectangle square. Got there five minutes to thirty and the woman said oh no that's fine. Remove hat. Smooth hair. Smile over wide; strained. For the next three days I'll think I should have looked angry vacant instead.
First I didn't now I run because it's seventeen plus, our flower pots are unfilled and the cow waits at the crawl space. Listening to the whispers in the walls.
Plates of carmelized onions and a broken owl in the wake of Sunday. the official beginning. It's never a start without overwhelmings.
Now I'm here in the purple and crumbs one o' clock leopard print above dark wood foldings, framed twice and middled by hangings now not so un-steppable. Waiting for that release-intake of air creak of steps or I'll feel unrequited karaoke obligation.
New apartment. Two roommates. Times are turning.