Wednesday, March 04, 2009

An entrance, bathing and can't come in.

1. The rattle-click chord of Nick's key in the lock.

2. Stretching out full length in a warm bath and rubbing the soap out of my hair.

3. As we put the house and ourselves to bed, the wind in a temper throws itself against the windows.

Hoarders, flowers and technology.

1. In a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...