with Topaz Winters
The last thing that made you smile
After eating dinner last night, I walked to the kitchen to wash my dishes & happened upon my dog lying sprawled on the floor, dozing with eyes half-closed. As I manoeuvred around him I rather absentmindedly said “bonjour, mon chéri”—& nothing about his body position changed at all, his eyes didn’t even open, but his tail simply started wagging furiously the moment he heard my voice. I think perhaps he thought he was dreaming.
I am very deeply in love.
The last thing you wrote
Scribbled on a post-it note, one reminder for tomorrow & another for always: buy milk & toilet paper. also, you are good enough.
Your favourite city
New York City, of course.
What you’d place in a time capsule
Pressed flowers. Winter. A mixtape of my favourite songs. Robert Hass’ “Meditation at Lagunitas”. Heritage. The last painting my baby sister made in art class. A selfie. A love letter. A telephone. A jar of monsoon rain. The sound of her laugh. A moment of quiet. A copy of Half Mystic. The moon. Hope.