It was a busy week leading up to Friday. I spent every day practcing my set, writing new material, perfecting the performance. The afternoons taken up with teaching piano. The worse the student the more I emphasized my importance as an artist by way of various forms of passive aggression,

summer catalog kara in beautiful blouse and hazy style backdrop brought in by wild fires burning for weeks i am out here alone but dad shared the escape; ‘if it gets too bad, kayak to the middle of the lake and wait until the firemen rescue you’

i went to the opera stood up and said how popular am i ?! ‘not at all’ was the song that came back from the sun already in standing ovation

i don’t speak to my mom as much as i’d like then she sends me this picture and it feels alright