clock sinking down on my 40 days/40 nights, okay. self-imposed
exile, self-imposed cocoon confinement, "you can come out
when you can behave", okay.
different now, not better or worse but
wider, expansive, pensive, alone. okay. just gonna
leave everyone else alone, whatever
feels softest, love, whatever
the dryness of healing, the ache of cold air.
today, a schizophrenic man told me that rain is just
God washing the earth off.