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