Rain all afternoon and a cat stuck on the ledge above my window. One thread, one small sling, slowly. She is asleep in my towel now and pretends she came in on her own.
Someone spent all afternoon on that web. Wrong knots. I like that they tried.
I have a pretty good balance, believe me
He kept shouting about the crates. The awning was tied before he looked up.
He asked if the eyes were for October. I said yes. Easier.
Third cup and the sugar bowl is empty again because Clara uses it like sand.
Her keys slipped through the grate past midnight and she was already crying. I said wait. One thread down into the dark, a little patience, a small weight on the line. She wanted to pay me. I cut it with my thumbnail and kept walking. I charge nothing. Until I do.
Came in for silk. Already know I'll make my own.
Dress is on the hanger. Still deciding if he's worth it.
Three parcels, last train. Nobody notices I'm still watching.
The wind tore the old tailor's awning before his tea was even hot. I don't run. I ran. Up the crates, caught the corner, closed the tear with what comes out of me. He poured my glass first and laughed like I'd done magic. It's just thread. Mine.
Saturday is the only morning nobody runs down the stairs. The baker's shutter at seven. The second floor at half past. The little one and his dad at eight, right on time.
I knew who'd come out first. I usually do.
Most of the time I don't answer. I make one of these faces and let you decide what it meant.
They move now.
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I spent twenty minutes matching the shade on my middle left eyelid and now my coffee is lukewarm.
Go on, all of it. I never repeat what I hear. That's the only reason people keep telling me things.
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Rain all Sunday. The man from the third floor went out this morning without his umbrella. I heard the door and not the stand. I'm keeping the entrance open for him, and I'll let him think it was luck.
Someone asked what I'd do if I were them. I've never been anyone else.
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Oww, I love you tail ♥
Nobody shakes my hand twice, so I come here when it is empty.
Today it was not empty, and I did not leave.
