After a meeting with staff about shipments of art for a group show, I change into a comfortable skirt and t-shirt and cut across the museum campus where the groundskeepers are meticulous. They are in their green jumpsuits clipping hedges and riding mowers and cutting back what summer and the sprinklers have brought on. Collected everywhere are shallow puddles and the cool water seeps through my tennis shoes.
I get my hair cut and refuse to think about it. I can feel where my hair is not. …
At the retreat, we learn how to let go of the future.
A balloon floats toward a mountain named after the blood of Christ which looks upon us.
You are not enjoying life when you are thinking about life, the guru says.
Stop watching words!
Everything the guru says we take to heart. Mine’s patched up.
In other parts of the world, houses empty.
Forests wake up.
We have breakfast.
We work hard. We shower.
At certain times we have access to our phones
One night, William texts, It’s coming together well.
I don't know what it is, but I’m…
Bena and I got high and went out into the city lapping up one another’s energy after, fresh feelings of happiness like fingers flipping through vinyl records or diving into basins of candy. We were serious about walking everywhere we could, and I brought along my Minolta. We’d spied and laughed through two neighborhoods before Bena got bored and ambled off in the direction of a taco stand. Bye-bye, Bena. See ya, W. B.
I ate falafel in the fourth neighborhood. Wearing a mask feels so good, we’re doing it to live! …
When I was sixteen, I loved the setting sun setting behind the silo I memorized. I loved the clouds above the garden and I loved the garden dearly. I loved the basketball, I really loved the Wilson basketball and their tennis ball too and I didn’t know nine years later I would love a woman with the same last name, a woman who would go to Australia and become a tracker and pick up loving kickball with a ball she loved which she picked up one day in Mexico when she lived on the ocean with her husband then and…
I have never loved
someone as much as I loved you
a character with long
who was full of herself, very
and played for laughs
came with a laugh track like you did
out the window, scratch
your neck yeah keep
where did you leave your coffee
a loaf of bread and
a bottle of water and I give you
a set of keys to places
you want to enter
A couple of nights ago, one of the virgin-birds in our building flew off the rooftop. His goggles obscured his eyes. The regulation black suit clung to his skin and was zipped up to his neck just so. Governess must have been proud. He dived and went up in a majestic arc.
The rest of us guys dive once and that’s it. We dive but land on the ground, where we’re christened humming-birds. Henry says, “We’re just plucking daisies,” meaning we have it made.
Ours is one of many tales. Like the tale about a governess who finds a baby…