The cat came in with wet paws tonight while we ate a mushroom risotto for dinner with green beans on the side. I was happy being the cook.
Earlier, on the black t-shirt of the man at the dry-cleaners’: « Keep power. » I looked around as he wrapped my orange skirt, black jacket, gray sweater: What power might that be?
When later I go looking on the Internet for an interview with the singer/performance artist Laurie Anderson, I come upon a black screen proclaiming a protest against censorship. Good cause, but I would have preferred the interview.
I hear heels clacking in the street, heading home late. A voice murmurs, « OK. » Dust gathers on the lamp.
Every little thing is deep and wide, wide and deep.