the blitz for a double shot of espresso. shaky-brained and needling the words out. a stitch and stretch, my eyes like two balloons--stray lifting out from the socket.
we are dancing without return service. this and a title for food. my soon visiting friends will cross out the weather. i sleep before they get here.
the notes i leave scribbled on paper. the notes you find mashed up in your hair. sameness by sameness in words. in both.
create a sense of the capital we're inhabiting. no somber flounce. no, that's you wading into the end of summer. that's me wading into habits.
day whatever this number is.