10/25 2:30pm
The grass is swept of litter and leaves. It is cut low like a golf-course, all angels and sharp edges. The hedges are pruned to a point. A woman sits to my left. She is eating large spoonfuls of grocery-store tabouli kept fresh with xanthan gum. She puts her mouth fully on the spoon. She has dirty-blond hair, pink lipstick, opaque tights, pale skin. Her shoulders hunch inwards. When done, she licks her fingers.