Lila Dubois

Easy

By Lila Dubois

When it’s hotter to step in the door than to just stay outside but you step in anyway and the air hangs so low you duck your head before realizing you don’t really need to it’s fine, it’s just warm. She offers you tea and you say, okay. and you sit on a chair the kind with the little mosaics which are normally in the garden but it’s up here in her fourth floor apartment.

She laughs and says, the air conditioning is broken I’m sure you’ve noticed. which for the record I did notice I felt like a corduroy jacket in a hot tub but she floated I don’t think her feet ever scuffed

the linoleum tiled kitchen floor lime and white checkered, and her toes were painted coral.

She is a song hummed deep and rich without trying not sung she is not sung she is hummed sweetly distractedly by someone who is happy to be doing whatever they are doing like gardening or something.

So anyway she laughs and hands you the tea and there’s ice in it

and she is an angel because her baby hairs are curling just a little in her sweat and she put ice in it.

It’s really very easy to fall in love.