Twelve Days

I am ready to bundle my old clothes and donate them. Then, to paint the walls in the house. I want bright colors. I want to buy a big, glorious couch and sink into it. I want to read Junot Diaz on that couch. I want to host a dinner party and use my new cookware to prepare the meal. Then I want to serve it on my new plates and drink wine from my new glasses. I want Joseph K to be there. Throwing away old t-shirts, dipping his roller into the paint tray, and hovering over me while I saute the chicken. Always.