saturday 14.10

Three times I lay my head down there only to forget where there was...My eyes are sunken and swollen. They say UTI's cause this to happen and I am beginning to believe who ever they profess to be, never showing a face in my direction long enough to take a picture like a good camera man could and would...

Tomorrow it will drizzle and then pour for brief moments and I will begin, slowly, to piece together the puzzle in the torn shoebox, covered with dust and aged with the smell of Old Navy flip flops and ocean. The receipt illegible, my signature fading and the amount tendered, misplaced.