just made ginger-garlic lemonade! goes down hot like whiskey, swirls you the same, but doesn't give you the knocked-out-fermented-blues.
also just pulled the tube out of my girl's bike tire. swore forty some times in the alley. scared the neighbors.
{flashbacked to last night's fire twilight. didn't have my camera. swore again forty odd times. scared chastity, she almost fell off her bike.}
feet are feeling flamingo-like, itchy for flight, shuffle-ballchanges, falap toe-heels and such.
hands are newspaper black. happy sunday.
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listening: Justin Vernon's self record
reading: "But if refugees are a challenge as well as a reproach to our humanity, if refugees are a lament raised, a cry spoken, if refugees are the bastards of the idea of empire, then how can one blame this highly disenfranchised, displaced humanity for all Europe's ills?"
-Nuruddin Farah
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am anxiously awaiting the arrival of the ten books i ordered last week. in the meantime...drafting, workshopping online, and re-seeing some old poems with hopefully a new set of eyes, a new fire in the belly approach.
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