dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Tuesday, May 03, 2016


This morning Ming had a doctor's appointment.  I sat in the car for a while then went for a walk.  Then my dad called me, surprisingly, a rare occurrence.  I was on the road so it was hard to hear him.  It was like a dream.

In my dream last night several people had black eyes.  I mean like a bruise in their eye sockets.

Ming's out getting the oil changed and buying me Mexican onions.  We bought more popcorn yesterday after his yoga class.  The worker said, "Weren't you just here?  I remember you."


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