last night i remembered laughing at l’s house while he smoked a cigarette through his fourth grade flute. a girl in all black scratched the top of her sock, a boy with lisp chewed the loose skin of his wrist. until last night, i had forgotten. how startled i was by my laugh. loud, translucent.
my sister moved the t.v. into the living room & now sits eight hours on end watching futurama. when i arrive home, i read the note she left tacked to the kitchen cabinet. put the dishes away, clean the litter box, forget to call yr friends back, sincerely—c.