and for my next trick!

coffees and a cloud for lunch, long walks around the arena with hanna. all artistic efforts are off, threw my seeds into the wind and took a pelting to the face. the chinese grocer, the s&co library, seems emptier now. a wave of nostalgia. wind through the bird cages, quick fluffy bodies in too small air. found the russian comic book store and bought concert tickets. one hundred and ten steps, devendra banhart and steak haché. red wine. one hundred and ten steps, métro, one whistler proud as a bird--he examines the same trash pile as me. bust o rama. two letters and a postcard in my sweater pocket. my work for this week is good, he says: parfait. armadillo earrings in the window remind me of my first stuffed animals. job offer, holding still naked again, maybe. good woman. all the laundry likes to be folded. nursing my fantasies with curdled milk.