Found Under My Door:
“Dear Neighbor,
I don’t mind when you FaceTime with the windows open, but my partner would rather not hear about the specific movements of your beardy hookup’s tongue while we’re cooking dinner.
What I’m getting at is, the walls are thin and screens are thinner.
Love,
Thy neighbor”
September 21st
Summer love is a dinner-plate dahlia: a tender annual that can survive one frost, but not winter’s hard freeze. The dahlia’s concentric florets, tight in the center, spread, and grow with each row until they’re nearly a foot across. I grew accustomed to magnificent purple, pink, and orange blooms greeting me every day. But the temperature dropped, and the dahlias withered into a blackened mess. I cut away their frostbitten limbs, loosened the soil around them with a fork, and harvested their tubers to replant in the spring. You watched. Then wandered off. I finished the job alone.