always coming into the middle
4/22/2021, a little post-vaccine fatigue
Always coming into the middle Con/Jur/d, 4/22/2021 … spring snow falls, the body disconnected, earlier, short pain. Now, “Go Ask.” unphased he says, “Nothing to say.” Feeling white, green, “Know, they will dream of us, when we’re gone.” “I don’t understand.” “Just feel as free, we whip, past, arctic winds, through cherry blossoms, high to low, swirling through unknown yellow tree buds, return through long grass, Fall’s leavings scatter, Sun pierces opens our heart. Knowing, a poor bereft legacy, being all of this.” Looking at you say, “Wake up...
Later y’all gotta make dinner.