sufjan's michigan sleepily spins on the record player. incense from dear chris burns on the mantle. helen sits cozy in the corner, finishing homework for class tomorrow. i sit across the room with a book, feet curled underneath me. dogs and cats lay together sound asleep, and over the drone of air conditioning, crickets sing outside on a balmy july evening.
"i love our family," helen says dreamily. and i smile.Posted by bananie at July 12, 2007 11:56 PM |