- The panic that rose in me when we tilted the chest of drawers down the stair.
- The way a scrub brush loosens dried dog vomit so that I can vacuum it off the rug.
- The small bruise on the tender side of my toe that makes it feel like I've got a pebble in my shoe, even when I'm barefoot.
- Eating meatloaf sandiches listening to the fall of New Amsterdam.
- My tea arriving in a box labeled as beauty products.
- Algae in the water jar.
- Posting his last radio shows.
- Counting down to the day he went hom and didn't get up again.
- The ache that insists I am still sad about this.
- Such a dull repeating, as if I hadn't been paying attention.
Telling: Streams & Logs