12.06.23
i was surprised at the honey’s silence this morning, just slid down the spoon in one long golden string, like the sound of your hair when it falls down the pillow, like i expected birdsong, the sort of serenade that accompanies the sunbeams as they melt through the fog
at my second helping i was relieved because i could hear my mother’s hair dryer humming in the other room and soon she joined me in the kitchen and asked if i’d eaten my vitamins

















