today felt like a back to school day. realized it’s also an olfactory thing. i used to think it came from the new clothes either unwashed from racks or washed and press perfect, rumpling a first time.
that’s not it, though. it’s the old clothes the favorite hoodie, flannel, or corduroy emerging from drawers or closets. waking up the stale arms and backs.
that’s how it felt wearing my red flannel shirt this weekend. hey, old friend. how about a warm hug. how about not thinking about monday and making some sunday sauce with sausage from faicco’s. dead grass (hay) and apples.
* amazing saturday with grahm.
*falling asleep eating pizza at liberty. no to an icy.
*soppressata should be required on any pizza.
*fall
*cold night, comforter
*shopping for bottles. baby name books. dolls.
it’s a strange day in new york. a sensual assault nudges you from your good weather walk buzz back to the concrete.
it was hot dogs. actually no, they aren’t to blame. the water they stew is. and my nose wants the smell to be apples and roasted chestnuts but it’s hot water burped acrid all over 48th street.
marvelous blue shies, today even tastes good. started last night with a hint of sunset through afternoon clouds.
it’s helping to erase that day in july when it was 108. and that $525 electric bill.
after years of trying to to ignore them I’ve finally caved in and started full on listening to the drive-by truckers. now all I can think about is muscle shoals and open e chords and racing cars.
on classon at willoughby.
my 405 back for the graflex came today. yes!
I keep going outside today. Waiting for the rain and the cool air on piggyback.
I guess that’ll mean fall.
hey you,
with the square jaw and flip flops,
it’s september. time to retire to racerback
and cover your nice toes.
at work we have packets of equal, sweet’n low, splenda, domino, and the “house” can of generic sugar.
no sugar in the raw, though. i want the bottom of my coffee sweet and gritty, goddamnit.
I was thinking last night re: the postmortal if i would have taken the cure. at 29 i probably would have. actually no question I would have. at 33 it seems terrible to live forever. not that life isn’t wonderful and worth every bit of the happy and sad but forever is just too much of it.
