Mayday

There is the anonymous part that I can’t say except to describe his green hoodie that he pulls off over his head and hairy fat chest all our nerves are shot. It’s obvious. I can say she has small, downward slanting blue eyes that look dead from depression and exhaustion. They contrast with her dark skin and curly hair down one side. She is having trouble. Serious fucking trouble. I can say that the rain hasn’t stopped for ten days and that we are all covered in mold. She needs furnishings for a place that will hopefully materialize but for now she sleeps outside in the rain. There is no other way. I can say that there is no funding for people anymore. None. The diner looks like an American midcentury car sales lot and a Japanese pagoda had a child. I can say that everything is extremely green and covered with mist. As the sun sets, my cat is on her back on the living room floor, legs in the air.