Björk
"possibly maybe"
Akhil Reed Amar
The Bill of Rights
Today I cleaned my apartment, washed a load of laundry, put my last five years of photographs in a photo album, apologized to Carl, baked a loaf of bread, traded stories with Laine, read the Sunday Times, broke the jar of desert sand Todd brought me from Joshua Tree National Park, rewrote part of a short story I started a year and a half ago, repaired my favorite skirt, returned 8 emails, and made miso soup and inari sushi for dinner. It's amazing the things you can accomplish when you want to keep from thinking about something. I might pull a Carrie from Sex and the City and paint my kitchen eggshell next. Possibly, maybe.