sunday night in the home that i own

there was a knock on the door and then

a woman from the tahoe park neighborhood association, with cookies,

to welcome me to the neighborhood.

i'm eating one of the cookies now.

i can tell i wasn't exactly what she was expecting;

barefoot, 

zero hoodie,

swaying slightly from two glasses of red wine alone, no food, writing letters,

my hair fucked up and askew

but i played the over-enthusiastic-neighbor-voice i learned from my mother and she seemed to calm down

"this is so sweet but wait, how did you know i just moved here?"

she had gorgeous breasts under her blazer-jacket-thing i could just tell

i'm eating one of the cookies now

peanut butter cookies, roughly the thickness of a hockey puck

they're chewy and fluffy at the same time.

and i'm glad she brought them because i had absolutely no plans for dinner 

and still don't