I voted today. And while I was inside the polling booth, an altercation broke out in the parking lot. Two women yelled at each other, and the police came.
A spider lives in my room. It spun a thread across an unexpected intersection of wall and door and floor, a single, long strand which I walked through the other day without noticing, and now it drifts in the breeze of my fan, one end anchored to my carpet, intermittently catching the light as it sways in and out of … Continue reading What I saw from the sun in my window