at least i liked the way i looked when i caught my reflection in the windows, walking downtown today. busstop-cathedral-bank. bank-sidestreet-detour-busstop.
but i spent a large hour of the evening calling financial institutions to report my cards missing, because i left my wallet on the #2 on the way home. all this with no voice. ricka whispering the letters of her name to people who work in "lost-stolen" all night long. sexy. no?
but monsta is in town with the best shoes on.
& as i was walking down gay street, downtown, between 4th & high, i had a strange moment when (i was still looking at my reflections in all the windows as i walked by them) (& not looking where i was going) i suddenly thought, "this could be louisville instead," & as if on cue the whole street smelled like that boy for forty very weird very quiet seconds.
also: with my voice gone i have a temptation to drink hot water with honey in it � no tea.
the santoral describes san mat�as: �como un hormigo en un hormiguero�.
maybe i should pray to saint anthony about my little wallet.
