…and my mothers old dress.
yesterday i almost put the kitchen on fire while talking to a new old friend. it still smells like burned peas in the kitchen. that’s what happens when you leave a soup unattended and loose yourself in conversations. i hope i can stay attentive this week. i am so dreamy. so fuzzy. me and my zoo. the dried out cow and the ambivalent zebra. all of us fuzzy dreamy together.