everything else: plus ça change
dear internet,
the same images on loop, on loop, on loop: the birds, we won’t get into that, you know the drill. the construction work next door: the sound of cement, water, sand, phone games. a tupperware of pomegranate. new taylor swift. the garden lizard who starts when i walk down the stairs. i’ve stepped in my dog’s pee three times in the last two days but it’s not her fault. the wifi has been spotty, on work calls i find myself repeating, hating the phrase as it leaves my mouth, am i audible? at night we do the crossword and i remember words: monstrance, chenille, nil desperandum. in the morning two coffees. in the afternoon a tall glass of orange juice, pleasingly opaque, that i carry down carefully under the garden lizard’s watchful, accusing eye.
love,
t