Day 2

Endless summer withers under the ripening school year. But, she goes proudly to her end, no shrinking back-- a morning run, walking to church- bright colored dresses like wildflowers punctuating the concrete cracks of warehouse lots and train tracks, barefoot and muddy-fingered planting broccoli, rock-jumping swimming holes- cool sinking through the layers of your skin into your chest with deep, refreshed breaths, and an a cappella concert- harmony twitching into your fingers and toes, up and down go your feet. Expresso in a new friends apartment, hearing new histories, the million arrivals that lead us to here. Dumpster diving- kitten giveaway and hiding from chinese takeout cars, find of the night: 14.99$ decorative skeleton, missing lower leg segment... cause of death: below the knee blow in a bar fight. name:  to be determined.


Last night, Thia, Rebekah, and I attended The Last 5 Years, which was beautifully performed but unsettling... a restatement of my most common fears, the kind that prompted this:


But you are everywhere, tripping over our dance,
intimately woven into the language
as a part of all our names
a weed entwined to a stalk
were we not our own?
Not -he  --man, --male.
what do we have that is our own?
you take our bodies.
you take our laughter.
we bear you in our bodies,
but you forget, forsake us still,
not content until your feet tread
the ridges of our backs,
crunch over the hills of our chest
what is ours?