I’m thinking about my
distance from the party
on my walk from work
to gym. Think me in-
capable? Think I’ll
grow up to be him?
These days I haul ass
to the spa. Dog-tag
massage; a therapist
full of hot air and
warm water. In-
sist on a shoulder.
The fog in the living
room lifts. Outside
plumbers coalesce.
But enough about
January. Wobble
over to Belden
with Jenn.
Loosen the
bar to unhinge
a martini. Pom-
egranate. Practice
housewife for trophy.
I cook dinner. Hum-
drum. Make friends
with complimentary
vodka. Be home-
bodies (stir-fried
vegetables).
