The thread that was tied around my left wrist for Shivaratri in spring is loosening. Ming’s fell off the other day.
I’m so tired.
Cooking for community lunch today. Some eggplant J made is thawing on the stove. So I’m just heating that and making salad, and some garlic lover’s pasta?
Photocopied the new poetry zine yesterday at a new place that is less expensive but they charged me five bucks for a cut.
I told my friend a month ago in a letter that I feel so tired sometimes it seems I’ll just wink out of existence. He txted me not to.