putting on a pot of
coffee at eight.
scraping dried glue
from underneath
my fingernails.
making loops with
my hair.
starting a book
together. reading
robert bly and
greek tragedy.
getting epiphanies
in the car for the
play to be staged.
'two actors, facing
forward...'
giving things ordinary
names. happy for
christmas lights
and funny shaped
trees and thinking
'it was just spring
and i was glad for
the sun to be showing.'
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