he tells me

I am amazing viking rape spawn,
and the better for it.

I do not know.

dream

I was in a theater, in the office. Retrieving something from a locked desk for Kurt Vonnegut. He was kind enough to offer me some gentle advice. He said that I should slow down a little.

"Help!" she said.

"What had happened was that she had used up her instinct but had not replaced it with anything. Because she was so sure that the instinct would keep working for her. And it didn't because the material is just too deep. Too much to mine."
- Sidney Lumet

my thighs still ache

that tower is high
the wind was strong
everything swayed

yes, the other night

the bright moonlight,
I bathed in a patch
right there on the floor

its touch more subtle
than the sun's penetrating rays
but deeper reaching

now is the time

now is the time
I want to tell him
I have taken flight
my wings stretched wide

bathtub

too tempting for reason
far too hot but many bubbles

before my heart started racing
I spent time looking at my toes

stretched out before me
just above the water

found note

synesthesia

intimate conversation, action
ablution at the cistern
cairn growing

Not my kind of thing, thanks.

Did I mention that a few weeks ago my neighbor asked me to hang out with her and the husband while they burned their garbage?
Just couldn't imagine it. Even though I would have had a chance to see the deer she is raising in the house jump over the couch and the giant litter box filled with dirt which the deer also eat.

yesterday

I saw a girl dressed as a fairy
dancing with wild abandon
in her front yard.

electronic conversation

he writes:
watched part of the debate last night,
they had this computer graph thing that tracked the reactions
of uncommitted women living in ohio...
made me wonder how many of you there were

I reply:
I'm committed to one or two things.

Like hedonism.

And my cat.

late afternoon and evening

pictures at the library
secret surgery on the vacuum
an autobiography

funnybug on the bathroom screen

what makes me know I will return

remembering the grasping of your fingers
at that unexpected moment of release

should add years to my life, sinuousness

meandering is just more fun

aging

she tells me that the old dog is losing her fear
I wonder if it is catching

Neil does not like the smell of my dinner

knots

What is it again that must untie knots?
Vampires, did you say?
I need to find whatever it is
as I have a wicked knot in the tie of my sweatpants.

it wasn't

he writes:
was just washing my hands and
looked down at that bottle of bubblebath
you left and thought the label
said "ludicrously moisturizing."

For what it is worth.

I am feeling rambly like the roads I drove on today.
Had great curves and hills. Made me happy.
I don't know how to spell the purring of my body.

Arrow Rock

Slept for a glorious 10 hours underneath some amazing stars and the very visible milky way on a bluff above the Missouri River.