i spend my rainy days eating avocados and
picking aphids off my plants.

i feel overwhelmed & anxious for some reason.

i hear maori(?) chanting coming from the street.
my shower has done nothing but scald my skin.
i hope seymor is okay. i wish i had a pet here.
like a little fish to keep me company.
i'm expected to memorize a poem titled
"what am i"...in samoan.
(it's pronounced saaa-moa, not suh-moa)