The first hot days have left cellar dwellers burnt; my body is geometrically bulged/embossed by the sun. Skin discomfort and heat jump add to money worry, general apocalypse fear, transition homelessness. Allergic cellar catarrh in ear/nose/throat persists. I look out on Orinitsa Square with all people sweating, its misshapen rap, converging streets, ambulances. My birthday approaches and I wrap up in my red and white napkin: calendula yellow, cold green, cold water, a new notebook, room cleaning.