my daughter is set to sail in two days time I think, it’s fine no big deal we are so different we are so separate anyway but I awoke this morning at 5:21 tears already in my eyes and a soreness under my left breast my child a woman now will be across the world...
I don’t know this path to God where the men are shirtless and tattooed the women wear long patterned dresses and beaded earrings that hang down to their shoulders I’m afraid of the plants and the strange assortment of pipes the reverence for the Mother in all her...
I cry for the coyote dead in the road his soft pink innards splayed around him in a half-circle his tawny furred form lying precisely on the double-yellow lines as if it landed on a bulls-eye I cry for the coyote and for myself lost and whimpering I keep thinking...
I grip with my mind I grip with my stomach and shoulders I grip with my anus I grip to keep from falling down down down into the special hell realm reserved for children and animals I grip to keep from falling down into despair and heartbreak for those beings and...
on this road I walk barefoot mud hard-packed or soft and wet rutted by wagon wheels from centuries ago on this road tall buildings sometimes explode and collapse on my right and great dark caverns gape open in the earth on my left the young ones are frightened I take...
