Dear Reader,
It’s 1:39am in Canandaigua, NY on Sunday, April 28th.
Reporting from my kitchen floor-
a space I decidedly come to.
On this morning, it’s after a sleep interrupted by the decision to eat too much pizza, and
falling undecidedly asleep at 8:30pm
the previous evening.
And I’m thinking about the ‘how’
being as lofty in weight as the ‘what’-
if not loftier.
Thinking about you
Thinking about the scents of soap
you might make if it were
in conjunction
with your own eras.
How your own scents
versions
ways
have changed over time
Where you would place
your bar
within your home
Which era of you
would fit with which season
Thinking about
if you were to design your own yarn,
to create a top to wear,
what it would look like
what you would name it
Thinking about you, dear Reader,
and the importance of not leaving yourself behind
just
to make room for
third-party farties.
A cat just started calling outside.
With mechanics’ hands,
As an alley cat,
