When I am doing Very Well, thank you,
I want to read all the books
But clouds obscure
My celestial navigation of the page.
When I am at my best
My landing gear is faster
Than the teeming barnacles carving away at my jaw.
When I navigate raw nights with locking electric fingers,
I triangulate sunrise colors transmitted through glass shards of my little broken jar
But fly too far out, missing my island.
Happy birthday to Mr. Cohen and to his awesome archivist, Ms. Lorraine Weigler!  
This year, I resolve not to skip posts. Some stuff happened. It was hard. But in other news, I moshed to Beethoven’s 9th. It was… life-changing.

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  1. margarita Says:

    I , love !!!!!

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