i’m glad i had dinner at T’s today. i felt the stomach/of myself. i can’t seem to decide whether to drink or/not i’ve come to decide my close friends/both believe me and don’t. usually/i’m able to allow some surrender/and eat T’s spaghetti without sadness./later, at the bar with W, we’ll deal/cards and move pieces. the smoke/from wildfires moves like a ghost out the basement windows. i’ll sleep/sweating until i dream/of water filled ears and sweat until i wake up.
almost fall asleep in the car
from heat the sun wraps.
spaghetti drying on a friend’s stove top.
cat in the oak shadow
running from the day.