second day of queuing outside east coast's only jollibee.again, my fretful feet got the better of me. and should i remind myself again of the line? snaking two blocks down from the store's entrance.
just before i left the line, the woman in front of me must have dozed off.
she let go of her pocketbook, her wallet flung out soon as her bag hit the pavement. the credit cards from her billfold scattered like a disturbed nest.
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later, accompanied the boyfriend to the laundromat.
on the far end of the folding table, an unkempt woman took time to fold a still damp comforter over and over.
winked at the boyfriend. "leave her be," he said. "that's beautiful," he added.
"why?" I asked. he ignored my question.
vaguely remembered a Merton quote.
the beauty must stem from her belief that an angel might come down and sleep in it.
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finally at home, writing this entry.
stewing, awaiting the boyfriend's good-night call.
waiting, silent like a snake.