I have been gone. For a year, basically. Here I am. I got a fulltime job teaching a 4/4 load at a community college in Chicago. I live in Chicago. I worked 7 days a week. This summer I come/am coming up for air. Sibling to a cloud. Look at those trees go! Dangerous as a silent reader. A crying fig & the mind minds. They were glided. What do we have to decide? Bone styli. Devotion to experience. To attend without differentiating.
Jen Denrow has a poem up at Every Day Genius that is lovely and creepy and lovely again:
What are you waiting for? Click that link.
I am in a hotel in Mississippi. Sometime when I was a child I found it funny to spell MS backwards: Ippississim.
Someone in the other bed is sleeping. The humidity. My locks have never been curlier. We walk round the cul-de-sac. We are waiting for a loved one's loved one to die. We see fire flies. We are not welcome in the house. We hold down the legs of a seizing father. Someone I love is bereft. Someone I love is about to experience great loss. I roll my Rs inside my mouth. I drink rose tea. The hotel hallway has a carpet covered in lungs. I think they are supposed to be berries but they resemble pink lungs. I sit in the hotel hallway. I resemble someone on the phone.