Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixty-Nine
This looks like a fall sky, a rain sky.
All this muscle, but now, no mobility.
Craving: a massage.
I am tempted to throw a log into the fire, but it still feels too soon.
I remember the therapist saying something about how cleaning can be therapeutic because, one, you can control it, and two, you immediately see the results of your work—instant gratification.
Clean car.
She whispers the word to the camera, and it spells it out.
It never takes as long as you think it will.
Wishing for one more day.
Four more weeks.
