he defines it (and I wonder)

some big
void-filling project

found note from incredible workshop

joke is a word machine

subverts expectations
(and satisfies)

what does not fall away

"I don't know who you are but I love you."
-Alzheimer's patient

obvious metaphor

my cycle has run through

back to the beginning
energy low
contemplation high
soul humbled

woven Baudelaire phrases

they are vaguely ludicrous, my livid breasts
as seductive as the weather
I am a poor soul, a vessel awakening
to this unfettered man whose
voluptuous calms gaze at my naked days
as he sets about mixing ashes into solid hours

the fog creeps up the valley

my aim is getting better

I was two for two this morning
- hit the crab apple with rotten eggs.

god damned better living with chemicals

I find too many of my friends popping little feel-good pills.
They complain that they cannot cry, feel disconnected,
then are amazed to bear witness to humanity in action.
(you know, when things are the way they are supposed to be)
Those pills just make them more and more afraid.
One of these people called just as they were beginning, the tears.



how to explain through the gasps
that I was able to be here
painfully alive
letting the sadness flood over me and ebb
feeling its exquisite essence
only because of a profound joy that earlier
swept over me, equally overwhelming

ahh

I have cleaned and trashed my kitchen
many times in the past three days.
Been doing nothing but baking bread.