February!!

• You're being weeded out. Culled. The cantor of your tune. The candor of the pulse of your carfully modulated voice.
  The way I can pinpoint that little warble. What it means to collapse into, to coordinate one letter with another,
  between the space of two of them, if it's silent or very loud. What it means to overhear the people you live with, taken by the spirit.
• I read my poems; I love so many people; it's special I get to do this for now; maybe I blushed; I didn't look up; S made shepherd's pie for me; A fell asleep on the floor.
• Peed in the art building bathrooms. Received intimations of another self.
• I haven't died yet because I'm still alive. I had this thought yesterday, and it felt profound.
• C wore a coat with a flannel liner.
• Something sexual in the way the washing machine grinds itself into itself.
• Strawberries on a paper towel. A bag of frozen turkey pepperoni.