So this guy read a story book a few years ago about a pile of rocks on top of a mountain in Egypt. And he thought it was so cool that he made his own pile of rocks on top of a different mountain. And the different pile had different commandments inscribed. All of which we defied by reaching the top.

Two stray dogs pass me without a glance, to frolic in the riverbed. I watch for a long time, all of us basking in sunset glow. I almost hear the sound of giggling in their tumbling around, licking each other's faces. I catch the bigger one's eyes. He smiles, chest out, proud of the life they'd built

I knew, because of the way my breath deepened. I knew because of who texted me while I was there. I knew, when I poured a little water out, and the bird above sang, loud like they do at Rita. I knew because I shared a hug with your neighbor Eric, who said your name first, said he misses your ass too

2 block detour off Bancroft. The place you left from, where I probably saw you the most. It looks the same, but for a few purposeful succulents in the yard that probably wouldn't have been your style. But you're still here. We bring you lots of places, but you're still here. I knew, you greeted me.

We gamble; scratchers, blackjack, we just learned dice. We lose often, but remember the wins forever. Luck is in the secret sparkle of the universe. Sometimes we're hot, we push years of our life into the pot, and it vanishes. And we can't get up from the table, because we're hoping it was worth it.

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Things that weren't cliché: an argyle sweater vest, blind contouring, Dr Jones, rocking chairs outside the bougie hotel, leftover and lingering sparkles, a lost earring, a black cat making off with the fancy pastry, high stakes flight delays, pouring from empty cups. Things that were: airport crying

First meal back in Florida- a tender and tasty jumbo brisket sandwich from a barbeque spot in the back of a gas station. More big stuff coming

I'm a witch's familiar. She is ferocious. She is still deft in magic and can mass staggering creature armies to her causes. She summons me with the tug of a string in times of calm, and a powerful wail when struggle is afoot. Today she taught me that even dragons need help breathing fire sometimes.

New PR: 59 miles with a 13.7 mph average.
Ext: gorgeous day, lots of sunshine and spring time glow.
Int: righteous anger; screaming into the cacophony of cars coming down the Richmond bridge.
At the end almost collapsed/ puked looking for my favorite salsa at the corner store (they were out, womp)

Little rituals. A few minutes standing in warm light taking bites of pizza after a long meeting. A question hangs in the air. "This is hell," someone said, as if nothing could be more obvious. A pause in the chewing. Soft nods. It was the only answer. Hard to swallow, but still nourishing, and real.

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I'm doing my own little Turing test where I plug my poetry into Chat GPT and see what happens. So far I'm not worried

Proud of this one

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