it is written to me.

"The nostalgia is sometimes as overwhelming as the beauty of the music."

and it reminds me of my recent bout with nostalgia
it was unexpected, though isn't that always the way
like the surprise of finding a bundle of letters
you'd loved beyond reason then deliberately forgotten

my truck broke down, full of stuff for the warehouse
a good distance away, the brakes started to stick
it was the smoke that made me stop, pull into a small lot
I sat in the hot sun for a long time

listening to Reading Lolita in Tehran,
eating mint chocolate chip ice cream, and
when my mind and body were full
finally flopping in the sun listening to a Grateful Dead tape
(it had been a gift from my friend)

that's what did it, the combination of
good live dead music and the sun
it opened a door at the bottom of my spine
filled me with youthful sunshine









"It makes your words softer to see them handwritten."

this touches me
makes me wonder why

am i so hard?
and i know without thinking

that yes
i am














"we repair"