thrills?

my second cousin k is here. she has cheekbones like tiny spoons and tall bloodred hair and black boots and wears black eyeshadow and and and

she is my forty year old goth cousin. standing in the middle of the kitchen! talking about restaurants and grandchildren and other mundanities. unexpectedly, i find myself confessing things to her.

~

meanwhile scribble has returned; which is the only true reason for giddiness.