80 Posts In 80 Days & Potentially 80 Reasons To Get Out Of Bed, Get Something Done.

I woke to a war, like a warning

it was a sleepless night and the city was relatively quiet.

As if by magic

a mystery Led Zeppelin flew in

during the night

and lodged itself firmly in my womb.

It hung there,

heavy and low

like lead

like lead

And demanding all number of things.

Like sleep

Like drugs

Like sleep.

Yoga was a struggle,

the zeppelin wouldn’t budge.

He grabbed my arms and pinned them down,

yanked at my core

and generally made a real, sloppy mess of things.

My instructor asked me if I was menstruating…

“Yeah… and then some…”

I ate good food.

I thought good thoughts.

I walked and walked and walked,

trying to shift the damn thing.

But he’s still here.

And it’s still light out.

I can pronounce: phenylethylamine now,

which I couldn’t earlier in the day…

Thanks Libra.

And Georgie’s meeting me for dinner

and there is so much here to paint.

And this too shall come to pass.


I know I’ve already posted this one but it fits today, it really fits.


I Heard of A Man.

From Let Us Compare Mythologies.


I heard of a man

who says words to beautifully

that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.


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