im hungry. thinking about television and work i should being doing.
the dog is hovering. he’ll be home soon arms full of kentucky fried. his hair wet from sprinkles of rain like hundreds and thousands.
my stomach rumbles now. i think about having a nap but oh how im enjoying stumbling through this created mess.
i wonder whatever happened to the queen’s corgis. will they be as adored?
sometimes i create the narrative. That the police will call at my house with terrible news.
I watch too many cop shows.
