perimeters

I follow his words, mostly. I follow his paths. I have only vague notions of his perimeters. He does have one I know, but I think it is wider than he realizes. It includes a beach with big waves. Flippers should be used, when possible. The perimeter includes the exurbs and spaces in between. I know the secret huffing spots now, but. It takes me weeks to forgive him sometimes. Siow fiar I alwieas hiav.

following

Its hard to be a disciple. I can't say I would go to the ends with anyone yet. He gets pretty close to it, but other messages are lost in the travels. Empathy is not involved when climbing the fig tree to glean a few fresh ones, in fact, empathy, there I suppose, is a hinderance. I've been gathering, gathering, in tumultuous waves but the tides no nearer.

pretend

I said, its fun to pretend we are always camping. We saw some ladies sitting in chairs on the sidewalk, those are just campin' neighbors.

(silence)

I built a simple wall

I built a really simple wall. It guards nothing. It stands loose but stays. I go back to the wall for weeks and the only changes are more and more works on the ground and weeds grown tall. I like to think of whoever it was, choosing to sit by the gentle wall, doing drugs. Its just so hard to find privacy outdoors these days.

what i made from touching you, part 1

to sneak my pen and little paper scrap out to write while sleeping in the grass, all the visions. touch hand a red paper hornets nest. touch leg:( orange pom pom flowers at my funeral.