Plant your hope with good seeds, don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds.
It rained most of the day today, thick, fast slicks pelting the cracked asphalt. Eroding remnants of this long winter, slicing through these mud encrusted buds. My kindergartners would be the first to tell you that plants take time. Fidgety fingers par for the course, and I'm surprised that any of the tykes' green bean plants are still growing. Patient, with eyes wide, watching this green thing span space and possibilities, wrapping around chewed pencils- comes growth.
Time passes, we grow shorter, farther, more or less opaque. I read L.I.E. again. It gets me every time. Questions of substance, the mind-fuck of the here and now and her and existence. Every time. I found a place for the summer. It's less than half-a-mile away from Hall, which is amazing, and it's a small-ish (about the size of the room I have now) room in a huge house. The only current tenant I know is a friend of Siah's who he knows from the theater in St. Croix. She's crazy and cute. And so it goes.
We sit in swing sets waiting for the wind. I'd write more, but it's late (for me). Oh, and this picture-> scares the shit out of me.
But for now,
Paz y amor
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