forget it. drop it. pick it up.

Has it changed throughout all of this?




There are kittens in the garden a few houses down. This is the second litter I have met from the grey mother cat that sweeps around the chinese lanterns. The grey woman that lives there told my roommate that the chinese lanterns are mostly a novelty, for children's gardens. I covet the tiny orange globes, how fragile and dry they are now. I fight the urge to pick one. To validate them by taking them home. To take care and make sure the cat doesn't find her claw in their dusty skin.

My roommate has a basket of them in her room. Jealousy.

Smarty pants, you think you have anything figured out?