traffic sounding almost like the tide this night spent early a couple laughs so loudly in the lobby there is nothing silence can’t magnify particularly stillness a pipe empties from the loft above even ears plugged blood courses through its vessels
Al pastor with big hunks of piña, a raucous song coming from a band of young drunks, is it Roma, Condesa? These streets run around and around like a race track. Cerveza at altitude. Joven, cinco más por favor, con todo. What warmth and light at this hour of night. And absolutely nothing at right angles, walls coming out like full bellies, pavement in riot, this city sinking down into the prior. Poco que sé. […]
Summer went out like a light, extinguished. Rain now pools on the roof, sounds of passive movement, the day cedes more willingly. Water splashes up beneath a passing car, yes, this city is more beautiful when damp, saturated, it carries more weight, occupies more space. Yes I booked the flights. What hell to wait, sometimes, to inhabit every hour, each a different room, interminable. Some hearts come more even-keeled, don’t yearn while floating through a […]
Rain, finally. As if home was returning from battle– the cold slick road engulfed correctly the familiar treachery of a high mountain pass– prodigal clouds come back as if visitors. Who knew this summer could actually end? A timely progression of seasons, how strangely normal. Still a headache from yesterday’s smoke, but seeing it, belief and then such relief despite white-knuckle driving for hours after
It’s not pretty math one saddled with the remainder one the larger denominator one always wanting more This crescent moon is a quarter this night is one third over this silence a tense zero some bad egg that might hatch
too tired to sleep a small gold moth darts in the dark like doubt or a heartbeat the night puts an edge on memories no answer, no answer, those were answers enough
Woke up to End of Days, the sun an angry ember in an asbestos sky, the only thing not on fire, and still death to breathe– woke up to a burning throat, eyes wet but even that moisture went– woke up to a sunset at dawn, a dead day, smoke following us as far as we could flee, South, West, the sky never got right– that sick yellow hue of a blister– we kept all […]
Untethering in stages– the front door closed the train from work mechanical issues a gate change, delayed, the salmon sky turned black now, it’s beginning to feel late, but when did I leave, or have I left yet? Also a gradient, shades of leaving, and arriving, and still customs to clear when we get there, a man paces, a baby sleeps likes a baby in a collapsible stroller, stasis, the man curses under his breath, […]
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