life in mirrors and frosting
the weeks before Christmas
1.
It’s the Christmas fair in Stoke Newington and I stop by the dog show. He’s on the panel to judge the best bitch and I’m standing outside the gate, watching him. After the show we go back to his flat and I see a deck of tarot. I wonder about love, I say, pulling a card. Before I can decide what it means, he tells me that I’m too busy. I’m a workaholic…