france won today.

yesterday i lost my favorite hat.

we had technical difficulties.

friday was the 13th.

thursday the car wouldn’t start.

who gives a fuck. bullets

flew, said my phone, two blocks from my cousin’s house where we feasted on vigorón a year ago the day i was feverish or hung over from celebrating with family and friends in the streets, in the clubs, in rum, pride of the country, brown blood. now

Annette was there in the basement with her family and her kids and her babies on the floor wondering when the bullets would stop. but france

won today, and my curls look spectacular.

i brushed the dog.

contemplated yoga.

contemplated the vacuum.