this morning #985.

this morning, she tossed the keys three stories down to me & after i’d fished them out of the garbage, i made my way into the building, up the stairs to her apartment. apart from a quick christmas visit, i hadn’t been by in quite a while. the same wreath was there from my last visit. it felt less festive this time. when she opened the door & invited me in, she did so with a smile & a strong hug. this was a good sign. inside though, the scene was obscene. it looked like she’d been letting items fall where they may for a while now. food. clothing. containers. i asked her if she needed help cleaning up. she nodded but didn’t say a word. i put on some elvis & the two of us got to work.