last night we put on
scarlet's walk & sat in the bathtub in the dark, amid candles, & listened. there was chamomile tea in the bath. we emerged impossibly fragrant & sat in the glam living room writing letters.
today at the clinic there were no appointments. w-lee & j-lee spent the afternoon cleaning the floors with loud machines. i spent most of the day writing up new consent forms etc for the mifeprex charts until very suddenly it came to me, the mail-order bride poem i have been wanting to write since i was in boston months & months ago. i shut the doors & wrote & wrote for hours until it was time to go home.
on the #5 i sat behind a man wearing a windbreaker with a company logo on the back, also the words MARQUIS DE SOD Greens Crew / Drive for the honey / Putt for the money
