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sunday

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sunday
up at 6, woken by birds and dreams
in the garden, planting, tilling, dredging
bob’s at the door
scones, pancakes from gifted mixes
fancier than the bisquick aging in the cupboard
mismatched mugs of coffee
weakened with too much milk

bob heads home
we go back to the garden
florian tells me to stop
i’m overdoing it
but i can’t
let the impatiens wait

ripping up dead roses
i plant sunflowers and nasturtium in their old holes
wondering if i’ll kill them too

back inside for lunch
we watch sherman alexie’s "the business of fancydancing"
it’s not as strong as "smoke signals"
bored, florian wanders upstairs for a nap
but i watch, fascinated
disjointed memories
attempts to make anything
from everything

the movie’s done, and i am restless
checking email, continuing a conversation
about the past, the present
all the hidden connections between them
i still feel restless
procrastinating, sabotaging myself
worried about the cat
who’s drooling, hiding

i decide to take a bath
i need music, so i find an old playlist
matisyahu, beth orton
the bird and the bee
dirty feet mixing with salt and heat
i wonder what i will do
tomorrow
the cat comes into the bathroom
to see what i’m doing

and now i’m out of the bath
listening to the national’s "fake empire"
watching a tree sparrow
wondering where the cat went
looking up recipes for matzoh brie
like my father used to make
in his tiny little kitchen
on 79th street