March 28, 2013
A fever is sweeping the land.
A sweeping fever. A scrubbing fever.
I am feverish, too. I emptied out all my drawers. Strewed stuff over the kitchen floor. Got overwhelmed. Grabbed my camera and shut the door on the mess.
I’d rather wander about and watch Sicilians clean.
I found Lena, sweeping her head off. Much too busy to have more than a few words with me.
