that’s how they get ya
warm to hot now, dry as bones. early summer heat settling in toward the end — the kind where the blinds stay shut because they always are. all. ways. closed ๐ต๐ซ
a new dawn, a new day, a new life for meeeee. the light is different but i hate it. i’ve started leaving nothing open while i work. it feels correct. writersgroup asked me if i think roses are pretty. “yeah. i love them,” i wrote. that’s the whole truth. candy elle texted me a picture of a finished shoot. purple grapes, dark lace, wings. it looked beautiful but i know that shit was hard-ass work. i know how heavy the props are.
my hands are steadier. maybe it’s the caffeine, maybe it’s just habit. phyllis be snoring cute in the corner. the bead travel kits are lined up like soldiers.

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