I’d rather
stay in a cool room
listen to the swimming
but to hike alone? I think
maybe a hiking buddy.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have
told her I have arthritis
in my lower back.
I’m obsessed
with watching men
meditate. Baby
echoes me with
“Why! Why! Why!”
Stephen Ratcliffe
on my birthday: “back
and right shoulder
pulled into a knot.”
I agree.
Reading’s a gas
day before Halloween
with fish tacos, Days
of Heaven and Aguirre,
Wrath of God. On
later recollection,
remembered rain drop
ping outside window.
Making absurd
sploshes.
