dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Tuesday, April 10, 2018


I was anxious.  Lots about death lately.  So I had Ming take my pulse.  It was high but not crazy high.  He told me to drink water.

I told him not to kick the beautiful handmade homemade books and he kicked them on accident.  I called him a dork.

There's no table in here so my water is on the suitcase.  Mom's gone for new tires.  The breeze is heaven.


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