Weekend of phone calls to different time zones, going to church, listening to the piano, so many staircases to nothing at all, multiple cups of coffee, erasures and loosening my grip and easing through things and trying to seek refuge in relearning, and regrouping. Sleepy and quiet. A lot of comings and goings. Reading jeanann verlee poems and jenny holzer. Bed rest and eating. Tired but very grateful for flowers and kittens and bottled diet cokes and car sing-alongs. i’m thankful for: poems about love, a fresh bag of chips (still unopened), every train ride home from work, bananas and peaches, countdowns, unmade plans, listening to my heart beat, ghosts of my past, kissing the tips of my kitties noses.

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