||which do you
prefer: a full
or empty day? i like mine full, like
the stomach of a marine iguana--they eat
seaweed, let the sun cook it in their guts
as they bask
on seaside volcanic rocks. or so vonnegut
says in galapagos.
i yearn for integration, and wow am i
getting it, working for co-op
where i live, chatting with neighbors as i
improve our mutual infrastructure.
and the ripples reach to Horizon
Books, where i dragged two fruit
crates of merch,
by the clickety-clack of hard wheels on
sidewalk cracks, forgot the danger of my
magic camera, the one that sets things in
motion with release of shutter button.
seattle has a driving
problem, awkward as first-time sex, unsure
of where or when to enter. a boxy volvo
casts long shadow
across intersection, ghost from the past. we
need to get along. the good news is that's
what got us this far.