last night taking out the compost, the sweetest dog, chained up outside orion with three young men in the grey-streaked yellow glowing twilight sky. it was the warmest it had been all day. i was hanging out with them for a few minutes answering questions about shelter and food stamps and talking about the weather (ha) and music, she heard your voice and got excited, one of them said. her owner's a female.

i never liked dogs as much as i do now, having this job.

woke up at 6 again. this time beating up against the walls of myself, MUSIC!!!! i am so excited to go home but i am missing the kills and also thao and mirah and a parade through downtown of wearable art and nothing has made me so sad in a while.

i'll be the man with the broom, if you'll be the dust of the room.