Sunday, May 3, 2020

5/3/2020


I waited too late to start this entry. Brevity is a gift. 

spent time with B—
apprehended the switchyard and sent home instead of enjoying my walk along the tracks
tried to read
tried to nap
found cooking helps, had manicotti for dinner
long, candid phone call with my ex, who is still my best friend, while I walked barefoot in the cemetery
watched the end of We Need to Talk About Kevin
watched the beginning of Samsara
cuddled with my cat, Phoebe
circumvented an argument with a neo-liberal on Facebook
thought about a poem that's in the works

That wasn't as brief as it could have been. Goodnight.

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