whisky evening
my yellowed canine.
a new machine part arrived by post this afternoon. new ears, new ways to mishear neighbours. i won it from the bank that funds the war. wearing spoils in my ears, scorching homes on my phone. at the corner where the trucks fill the air with black.
i am the youngest person in my YMCA class in the mid-morning. today, young men watched us from the rafters. can you ever tell with young men whether they are looking curiously or with contempt?
my body was worked, and i coated my lashes, and wanted to cry on the dry grass. i metro-ed to one side of the mountain and then returned. i wanted to dissolve lines i had drawn between me and another. instead
i bought japanese whiskey and thought: i could fill the apartment if my glass was full.
for tomorrow, i must learn how to make aioli; how to flirt in a market; how to dress for a 26 degree october day.