NOW
i just finished painting the bedroom a deep yellow that is warm & sunlike. the actual sun, the star, is setting into the ocean somewhere just past my field of view to the left from where i’m sitting, tired & speckled, in the living room windowsill. there are large cruiseships docked on the embarcadero because mexico is locked down & boat traffic is being diverted to california & up the coast to vancouver. the cruiseship lights are white & unlike any others that line the bay. antiseptic & unnatural, like a casino. there are immense fingers of fog reaching through the golden gate, unfolding & pointing the way east. i’m putting on shoes & going out.
