fumble fingered crane prayers begging peace
three days in a cold, fetid cave, nearly naked, without food, water, or sleep. i saw so much. this year’s autumnal equinox marked the immutable end of a shade cast haunting over me
i’m home now, intact but changed. i ate. slept a half a day, my people caring for me with boba keeping a hard watch the whole time
we are drinking coffee and reading on the porch. it’s a pretty morning. i’m going to visit the river soon. after that, i don’t know, i could do anything
too weak from hunger to remain standing, boba cleans herself so as to look presentable for her service after she expires from the malnutrition. she is not angry that i didn’t heed her warnings, no, just very, very disappointed
i hope i remember this story when i am old and my world has shrunk to the size of a soft chair and a sunny window, because this, is a very nice story
oh wow or uh oh
devil locks or marching bands
yesterday i went to the high with a friend to watch the youth parade and study the cave walls. we drank french seventy-fives with lemonade popsicles in the square and took a lovely stroll around the noguchi playground. it was a really nice day