it's 94 degrees. Hot. The cooler isn't working yet, but the beloved Fan, the oscillating fan Owen is. And how it is for me, days, weeks, months even can go by and i do nothing…then suddenly i DO…
the dog crate, Tay's "house" gets collapsed and it is OutSide, leaning on the porch. it's heavy. so will get slowly moved to the Albatros and leaned somewhere in there. For now…this Space, inside. And anything it might have meant now will mean negotiation. Her. Me. Negotiation.
and the wood box gets overturned to become a kind of end table ……maybe
no one i know would live here. It's such an ify place. It's coming apart at the seams. So i watch.


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