earth day in apt. 15e. it's not this calm now. every time i feed the cats they start up sawing and grinding in the hallway. penny's stalking and yowling and oh, i think i smell poop. yes, poop out of the box, just after i scooped a poop. jasper's shrunk under the bookcase. the kestrels fly back and forth between fire escapes and the poplar by the train tracks. i'm sitting in the swivel chair in board shorts and a cicada tee with heating pad.