:
day is a swarm of questions, requests,
running down the stairs; email failure; lunch at Dos Pinas; meet
with SC in the Drawing room, she just finished painting the walls;
I’m drinking tea; the streets are glaring in sunlight; man on the
33 rubbing baby lotion on his hands smells like cat piss; get off at
Arguelo and walk to Green Apple Books to pick up No Straight Lines and Andrew Johnson The Orphan Master’s Son;
walk towards the light down Clement to Fresh & Easy; a toddler on a
wooden bike; “They keep asking me where the block goes,” the Mom
says; people aimlessly strolling the aisles; forget to use coupons;
no one is home and turns out no one is coming for interviews,
thankfully; my body is tired; cheese, crackers, and salami for dinner
with a glass of red wine; RuPaul’s Drag Race, the roast of RuPaul, and
Project Runway.
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