scorpion morning

FRIDAY 25 JUNE 2021

in the morning, there is a whip scorpion in the kitchen and we are both barefoot. me and the vinegaroon, bare feet, both of us. i ask him to leave. he scuttles toward the bathroom. with a shoe, i flop him out the door. the cats watch me in hunched silences. i make coffee. outside, the full moon sets over the glasgow house. someone tells me the days are getting shorter.