“How did I get so lucky, to find this love?” He was half-asleep, naked except for his chonies again, his hair so messy and beautiful. “Oh, you have ocd and narcolepsy. You were in the bargain bin!” I looked at his smiling mouth and closed eyes. We were laughing. I imagined the bargain bin at… Read More »
I embroidered a mantis on a white teeshirt for Ming. He likes it. That was the nickname I had for Ming, long ago, when we were young. I called him Freaky Mantis. He was very thin and angular. I could see his ribs. He would forget to eat. Medication changes and birthdays later, Ming is… Read More »
Hey, I go through phases where I listen to a lot of Joanna Newsom. She is powerful medicine for me, as well as a freakin genius. I can pick it up but have to put it back down again. I want to listen to Milk-Eyed Mender over and over. It can be very stabilizing for… Read More »
Hey, how are you doing? Ming and I came home. I like home, but I get overwhelmed. Too much to do! So much mail to read! Buy fruit, ride trike, dance a jig. Theorize how capitalism needs racism. This morning I was thinking about how capitalism needs racism to function. I was lying in bed… Read More »
“Is your cereal good?” I asked Ming. He nodded, his eyes closed, half-asleep. “Talking to you is like talking to a three year old, sometimes,” I said. “Trying to get a little kid to talk. Do you like those blocks? I like those blocks! Do you like the blue one? Which one is your favorite?”… Read More »