why we have saucers, 2011
I sneeze in a quiet cafe and no one says bless you.
A woman with pink hair is so loud I decide to leave. As I walk out, her eyes catch mine, and I imagine we could be friends.
Later a small dog named Tamale stands beside my leg as I sit on a park bench. It was like he just wanted to be near me, for a moment, and then he was on his way.
When the sound of traffic slows I hear the birds in the trees. No crows or seagulls, just song.