I put The Black Keys on the record player.
she texts me "Haha indeed dear" a catcall response to last night.
every tiger east of the mississippi could hear us howl.
this morning my back hurts something good.
I glue her hair clip, the one with the flowers, the one we broke.
a dose of NAD+ IV therapy, a cold shower.
I wish I could wear shoes without socks.
at least to get the paper and get her flowers for later from the bodega.