Move Out

Thought I would load up White Lightning and start the move from Brooklyn to Queens, but after looking into the garden and seeing the stormy sky and menacing, green-turning air, I think today is a packing day. moving is best done dry. no claps of thunder, slippy sidewalk, soggy cardboard.

days like this are better suited to prancing around in a red dress and lamenting lost loves and missed chances. I'll leave that to Kate Bush, while I play the more mundane role of person who puts things in boxes and then tapes up the boxes and then pushes them together near the door, then sits staring at the boxes for a while as if waiting for them to hold forth on life and how to live it. first: coffee.