home again, home again. jigidijig.

got a job, a new mission. to fit the women of the world into one pieces, tankinis, bikinis, boy shorts, and wraps. in a way, i love that it's so anti-poetic. for three months there will be very little discussion of intentionality, syntax, post-structuralism, or anything else high-falutin. just boobs and bellys and thighs. why not embrace it?

i had bubble bath this morning. and more of the river. my mind's been amuck today. i feel a little anxious, despite my recent employment. like i'm missing something. maybe i'm anticipating the departure of my beloved d. maybe it was my erratic night last night. a night not even blue bubbles could cure.