I think the pots and pans have spirits. I think they’re sentient beings, and they’re sad about being thrown out.
She came over to set up her workshop. She bought a silver polishing machine from China. No room in her place.
I have this mud room where I kept my air conditioners in winter. And two huge boxes of old papers and gifts. And a bookshelf I found in the trash in 2004 with dusty shoes I never wear in it, covered in spider webs. The cat’s litter box was there. The cat’s been dead eight months. He never shit inside to begin with. The litter box was for when he’d have to have surgery and stay in the house. I have never cleaned the mud room. I’d have gone to my grave never cleaning the mud room. I never clean anything. I feel bad disturbing the spiders. Continue reading
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