i am too happy and domestic to ever write a mystery

these are my grocery store daffodils



this is my massachusetts



this is our pet pig, who is sick



this is our windowbull



this is the room we reserved for love



this was the woman she found in a book



this is where my annalise lives



this is where we keep the undercouch secrets



these are homonyms



this is our bookcase built without a hammer



this is our cookbook shelf



these are our security guards and happiness guardians



these are my feet and my photographs



these are dead plants jealously sitting next to a living plant





i was supposed to have already written a mystery for my class, by midnight last night, and my problem is that i am too content. how do i put that in an note-excuse?




sorry my assignment is late, i couldn't muster the pain.




i am still trying and this is probably going to fail. i need to just do it. i was watching out the window all last night for crime to happen. nothing. just that note on the Gothamist that someone got shot outside the cozy soup-and-burger a few weeks ago, nothing more nothing more.

who am i kidding, what do i know about shots fired. or even burgers.