Ginny

I had made the soup too quickly for a random date I had over for seder who balked at salty parsley. And it is not well skimmed. My legs are two wavy lines after the first cigarette of the day. I run the sifter over the top of the soup I am giving my mom Natalie: not my biological mother, but since 1999 she has assumed the role. If I do not have this soup clear by 9am, I will be late to knock on doors for the DSA. The yellow fat stares at me, remini -scent of the greasy pocke

Flash painting done the night my grandmother died