Tuesday, June 30
The way Tuesday began
Tongues of steam curl from my mostly-drunk tea. Outside a blackbird hops, yellow flowers exalt.
Sunday, June 28
Wednesday, June 24
Overheard conversation about disappointment
-I just don't think that men think in the same way as women, to be honest.
-Oh no, no, they don't.
-Oh no, no, they don't.
Tuesday, June 23
Monday, June 22
Friday, June 19
Thursday, June 18
Monday, June 15
Sunday, June 14
Friday, June 12
Thursday, June 11
Tuesday, June 9
Sunday, June 7
On the mat to greet me this morning
An organ, neatly excised by sharp teeth, rests on a faint blood stain. A bean. It was not wanted.
Saturday, June 6
Evening, the light begins to seep away
Daisy dots glow white, white, white. Corvids swirl and sink towards sleep.
Wednesday, June 3
Monday, June 1
In death there is beauty
Dead beetle on the path, his belly shining bronze, flipped over his wings a pair of iridescent green-blue jewels.
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