welcome to the new year
says some song and says some sort of counting.

we're supposed to be doing. supposed
to be schooling. i'm picking up flowers
and basil. folding clothes and making negotiations.
it's dry here

without all the self type. without any pen-to-paper
exercise.
i've only had one small small glass of port today
this is fine
this is what
\is accepted
and 2/3 of the workout. the show with the man. the chair
pushing out so it hurt his back (he was pushing again)

we are energies and bodies we are
we are creatures.

i love so much of life sometimes
where my comforts are
where it's just this vacation of not really needing
to try to be more than a person in this home doing work
and then resting
i have everything

OH you sad

sad b---
girl.

What's the matter
with being along.

Space.

Space is a place
in a place
for arms.

Harm. Can't hurt. Can't
drink you up. Can't

love you.

This is a fact.

This tract of land was flat until the trees went up. Geese
good for the gandering at. Pander.
Some sort of prostitute's uncle.

She also slept. Wept. Kept creeping around
until doors slammed shut of wind. Without wind
we are acres of grasslands dissolving. The soil underneath. The dust bowl.

/ from the swatting.

I won't and I won't / talk about you / who / it's an anger coming lack / of running / heart beat lack / of sleeping.

Dreams won't do it and neither. Dreams won't cut you. You believe / some sort of angel / plays your piano and uses up everything. You believe. She used to be an angel. She used to be some sort of girl. But now some / peanut butter kills you / if you eat it. If you eat sprouts. If you eat. Who doesn't eat and whose / pond is this drinking.

Fly. If you could fly.

There was a mosquito in the car / yesterday / it kept resurrecting itself.

Sorry, no

It's nothing
it's not.

It's just.

You might
throw an egg timer.

Or wrap it.
Why

can't you keep
things broken.

Why the picking
at the wounded.

Shrapnel keeps
replacing.

(You)

can't say I love without pronouns. Draw
a heart

connecting to a collar bone. This is all
head

of an animal. Eight eyes and a tail
bone

too. Eight fingers.

Goodbye, Note --

There will be so many things I forgot to tell you. The coconut in the wine. The way I can't control us, though I try. God knows
the plastic cup. The cat
getting into the baggage. Gets
in to the trunk. We forget. There were earrings
under the carpet and things
weren't where we left them. It's why.
I'm leaving. I'm crawling under the carpet too
and I'll sink there. Sing to you in dreams
in alternate professions.