documentation that I’m not a light-packer
mosaic at Sally’s.
my sentences come out backwards and I use the same word again and again, grammar stilted, and in speaking — it’s not just that I can’t find the words — I can’t find the idea.
it will be over soon. 4/14/17.
in the meantime, I’m taking photos to retroactively document. they are to accompany my next essay, atlas of my best-beloveds.