Sep 23, 2020
this place feels like an eternal beach town
in the sweat of the afternoon a woman’s voice comes floating on the blessed waves of a cool breeze and I feel at peace. I look out the window above my bed and she is there, he skin wrinkled from sun and the tune of an 80s ballad letting go of all pretenses and history as she unabashedly sings along. I find myself loving this woman. What would, at home, be a loud nuisance and unwanted, here seems homey. She piddles around, watering the plants (who are grateful in the dry afternoon heat) and I return to marinating in my own thoughts and sweat, hoping for the simple happiness her singing brings to me to last and for a glass of goddamn water
