Today’s flower, the tickweed, a breezy
yellow tucked into a violet blur. The very opposite
of indecorous, which is how I’d describe
another year sitting in Quetzal after the best
workout in a month. Don’t be shattered but
I’ve got the Wednesday Mondays and it’s
only Thursday (or Sunday), bitter about
the Ft. Smith sluts. This is my third bout in approx.
1.5 months. At first it inspired me to read,
like over the Thanksgiving Holiday.
But not this week, this tugboat in the mud.
I’m afraid I was inspired by Jane Kenyon
on the bus to the gym. So later I’m crying
and throwing things all over the place
while he fixes my internet connection.
