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I was out running errands with a low fever. I felt how hot the skin of my face was when the cold breeze blew across it, how remote my thoughts were-peck-pecking at their own tired mystery-when chickadees chirped, congregants around a small brick of suet hung in the yard of one of the fine old houses in my neighborhood.
Noon moon out, thumbprint half-inked. Told a stranger with braces I was going to New York. Closed my eyes for ten steps. On the bus home I looked a quarter of the way around the head of the man ahead of me, to see if it was him I heard saying, “When you talk about it that way I get really angry.” He and the man ahead of him both had hands-free phone mics dangling out of their ears.
Someone lately told me pasta makes poor leftovers-fresh like five-minutes-fresh from the water of its own boiled starches is the best-and the advice trained my mouth, which finds now that I’m home it doesn’t like this pasta from yesterday, with mushrooms and chard, the tomato skins from the sauce molted off it in threads. On the other hand, someone told me lately that suet, the romantic cakes of stuff to which the chickadees were applying their winter appetites, is made of fat from mutton loin.
Noon moon out, thumbprint half-inked. Told a stranger with braces I was going to New York. Closed my eyes for ten steps. On the bus home I looked a quarter of the way around the head of the man ahead of me, to see if it was him I heard saying, “When you talk about it that way I get really angry.” He and the man ahead of him both had hands-free phone mics dangling out of their ears.
Someone lately told me pasta makes poor leftovers-fresh like five-minutes-fresh from the water of its own boiled starches is the best-and the advice trained my mouth, which finds now that I’m home it doesn’t like this pasta from yesterday, with mushrooms and chard, the tomato skins from the sauce molted off it in threads. On the other hand, someone told me lately that suet, the romantic cakes of stuff to which the chickadees were applying their winter appetites, is made of fat from mutton loin.