My Cardboard Balcony

Weird week. It's like both my body and brain are in flux. I'm tending to a terminally ill cat, canceling Pacific Northwest road trip plans, sleeping for hours at a time but then socializing for hours afterward, actually doing some writing beyond this blog but then stopping at a certain point, filming but then not filming, celebrating Pride as openly queer for the tenth year in a row but also getting sick and tired of rainbow capitalism... Oh, it's July now? Okay. Cool, time. Great. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Mastery by Belinda Roddie I only was saved from drowning because you taught me how to swim. However, now it's you who's being dragged down by heavy fingers coated with salt - overseasoned oceanic deity, like summer steak sitting senselessly in the sun.

Triage Tryst by Belinda Roddie Jenny took care of Morgan for years after the accident.