Mulder stop chasing after your sister

Jenny stop looking after your mother

til one finds you in a barroom after a show

and takes you home

and rocks you

offering you good food

and a boy to love

Knoxville Feb 15th

I wake up and stretch the downward dog

Boxie does the same.

I sit on a blue porch in Knoxville, waiting for her to pee

last night's valentine red skirt is bunched crooked around my waist, dry heat static in my hair

these secrets are kept curled up in the red sleeping bag I wear each morning

light dew on the grass

roar of the highway

breathing sounds of hardworking people inside

warm and sleeping

my friends

soon we will start another day

Bea

Bea

I wish I knew french

to sit on the bench

and gossip with gram about men

cause now 60 years later

in English

over salad with French dressing

I can't get any dirt.

I want to rock out on mandolin
with my sock out
the pink one i blew my nose on
crying with Brennen at SXSW

Spinning

Northeast Kingdom

jersey couture

artwork in the schoolhouse

panic attack in the city

hi ho to Terlingua

el Rio Grande