A Saturday in February

Raw vegan blueberry “cheesecake” and yerba mate.

Tea and a pile of blankets and an unwatched movie.

The longest, hottest shower.

My back against the window in the sunshine at Star.

So much avocado.

A slow walk around the block.

She goes on: “What I’d see later is something you never dared teach me, because life means we each are left to our own fate: that heartaches are solitary and, like us, live out their lives to the end.” small fires – in all the liminal spaces