End of summer in the wilderness

The betrayal of my body continues unabated

amid delayed response and answers

ambivalent?

I don’t know a member of the human race who

could lift me out of here faster

It’s a cold latte

I was terrified

I wouldn’t find a parking spot

Already –

I have no place

To trust?

The summer didn’t yield to lightness

or, rather,

the writing didn’t yield to lightness

Although

there was a hint in spring

the verdict remains

So, I’m not out of it

out of that book –

that first collection of truth.

Iced espresso

I’m not willing to give you up. I’m

trying so many new things here

He thinks the more down dogs in a minute, the better, the

workout

This one is sweet

I come to find now that

even

if I could

get it, I can’t have it.

What’s next? Just throw

me

in a fucking isolation chamber, why don’t you?

Some people aren’t that dramatic. Yes, do I know it.

Sit atop a mountain

and wait for

enlightenment while

the rest of the world

goes by

I’d rather die in a struggle

I consider the array

of possibilities

I’m out of red noises

to share with you. Instead, I’ll

sit on a princess cut diamond and wait for you to catch up.

or for a sign to hit us by

surprise

Caught unawares

Some people drink tea. I drink

coffee.

you can’t take that away from me.