Résumés remind me of straitjackets.
Apple sauce and apples smeared in almond butter. Autumn foods.
Padding around the apartment, wearing socks to stay warm. Different books wait for me on tables and armrests.
When she's fearful she likes to recruit people to her fears. She gets them excited and ready to act, agitates them, like a girl splashing around on the beach getting water in people's eyes and convincing them a shark's fin is just a dozen feet away.
The large padded envelope she brings me is splashed with bright colors and streamers, and it yields cards and smaller envelopes like starbursts.
One lingering summer night. It's balmy out on the porch, where the trees creep close and leaves rattle on the paved path.
Sing, Sing, Sing played by The Benny Goodman Orchestra beats and blares and explodes out of my laptop. It's the kind of music that can make people feel like born dancers.