moving day

today is moving day.
last night was spent in a restless tussle with my sheets.
i cannot tell if it was the wind,
the almost full moon spilling its light through the curtains,
or the horrible itch of poison oak on my cubital fossa.
today is moving day.
today i move in under the old (non-poisonous) oak tree.

californian bank account

today i opened a californian bank account
my thumb was so dirty, the ink almost didn't stick