Arm Circles

on saturday i like to dress up. i put bobby pins in my hair and pink gloss on my lips. i ask jeremy to take a photo of my pretty grey sweater. i go for coffee with jenn cairns and we share a bench seat by the window.

we talk like old friends who don't need a backgrounder.

i come home and the house smells like lemons and jeremy's been cleaning and now he's on the couch with his feet tucked behind him and he looks like a frog or a boy watching cartoons. i kiss him on the head and he smiles.

i sit down to write and i look out the window. the sleeves on my sweater are the perfect long length. only my fingers are bare as they slide along the keyboard and find their right keys. i type to you.

i toast to saturday.