the tamale vendor came walking by today. there's now a rather bulky parcel of tamale chilling in the box.

tiger lilies blooming. effing love those. so orange. so beautiful. picked one and vased it. behind me in the windowsill.

listening: cherry blossom girl-- air.

the train has that great wurlitzer sound. loud and warbly. i'm so accustomed to its late night passage that it only makes me sleepy to hear it.

g'night.