Listening to someone practicing sitar music.

Raquel is with Dad. Nigel is with the Corderos.  Cleo is with WiFi and the pets in Davis.
Katy is with her family, smoking a blunt with Tony.  She asked me to pray that she stays home until her court date on January 14th.  I shall. I remember praying for her when her liver was failing; I prayed all night, I couldn't stop.  I think, even if I fell asleep, I only fell half asleep and kept praying.

Mom is with Shelley.  They are watching a movie. Mom is with her sister who might die soon; they are enjoying a movie together. It makes me so sad.

Ben just asked me if I want to come to Idaho.  I'm stewing over logistics a little bit... but boy, do I.

I am thinking of magical Solstice this morning. Deshlee muk shlacooyo.  Deshlee muk shlayayo..

He-he-he-he-he ungawah

And I'm going to dream of wine bottles. Oy, veigh!

LOVE POEMS

I

Strong-willed street cred
I shall achieve.
Menacing archer of hate-arrows
Undo my work
Dash my prospects,
But.
Floating in clouds?
Or underground?
Or reserved in my heart?
: The power supply
Of true love
The bud of an ancient fruit;
Gleaming
Vulnerable to frost
Sparkling in the sun
Torn from the branch of my soul


II

My love does not shy away
It does not cower, does not flee
My love has arrows in its skin
It has brick-and-mortar veins
And steel lungs
It has a limp, but it can run
And running, shed
Old skin


III

Silent alarm
still wakes me
Not listening
cannot absolve
me from responsibility
I learned that a long time ago
Try tearing the
sad
small
details
from my
strong
swift
life.


IV

Cold, grainy hands
Oatmeal complexion
Grubby tendrils of snot
Living breeches decency
Vanity is a mist
Surrounding the beating heart
Excretion is life
itself


V

 superior inferior
leading follows
cowering boldly
stunted growing
I live and breathe oxymorons
Into a tapestry of efficiency
A dappled banister
You can't wrap your arms around
You can watch rapidly shape-shift
 Looking like you
Hungry creature, you
Blind as the skin on your eyes
Yet all-knowing
Dead as the hair from your head
Yet all-feeling
superior inferior
leading follows
cowering boldly
stunted growing
I live and breathe oxymorons.