There is a big lurking shadow, something on the dirty curb just last night now getting all cozy in my living room. New presence in this house.
Blocking the front window view my giraffed neck wingback chair. Reeking of gin needles. I feel it standing there, breathing.
Tomorrow though a dress in evergreen so pretty we'll make her hems glow glitter and hat her little star.
Fresh shrubbery thirsty in a pot, beheaded on my porch tonight.
Sleep well, living one.