chloe, and i'd like to be in a dog's memory. i got what for me's a good deal done today, paid the phone co, paid the zoom the distance therapy, dropped off origami plague masks, got mexican toilet paper and chinese headbands, shoelaces, what six inch shoelaces? for lilliputian sneakers? lilliputian plague masks? no you read the label wrong nemmind, and still i feel listless, i got coffee, no milk, there's a shortage, too may quarantines drinking moo juice social distancing need that meta-maternal sacred cow connection, i can feel my brain soft behind my eyes, squinting backward in time, what else have i done, it doesn't matter i just walked around listless i did stuff anyway i felt of no consequence yet i also felt consequential i thought this would be a good time to be eloquent or succinct and i only able to put one word per foot after another walking in the neighborhood of scents in a dog's memory.