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Oh good! Thanks you  

 

What a world

After accidentally leaving the contractor bag filled with two beige cushions corresponding to the pretty free chairs outside in the rain for several weeks and several rainfalls, I discovered the bag behind the mulch pile in the driveway, shook the sodden cushions from it, and encountered quite a lot of multicolored mold. Unsalvageable. Therefore I have purchased two new, custom, wool chair cushions from a kindly man in Ukraine. The transaction cost me far less than if I had purchased the set of chairs new, or even a single one of the chairs or a part of it. For the price of two cushions made by a kindly man in Ukraine, I could have purchased one part of one leg of a new, four-legged chair

Always get me writing again

This is not a coincidence 

I will not be embarrassed

I am trying not to be embarrassed 

I detect a whiff of self-regard

My ego has been humbled 

Miss going for walks on the green streets with the old houses and the stone walls 

Miss palm to palm  

Miss the mountains, always, another ache another companion 

Wish I could talk to you 

Keep it sacrosanct 

The trail creeps under the highway via culvert 

I am no longer a cool girl 

I'm still startled by growing up 

Wall hung with wildflowers 

What is the thought behind the thought? 

Fuck. I've nearly finished the crosswords  

 

working on it

 

 

Fetch the handsaw. There's a sapling needs cutting

 

Little bird pecking at the window screen 

The tiny flag planted in the dirt beside the slightly less tiny peperomia: 

Not Hardy

 

 

When did I turn into a coward? 

I guess I shouldn't have left the windows open 

It's getting cold

I have sunk six more woody trees and shrubs into the ground 

Three fast-growing ground covers 

Dozens of perennials 

After I have sawed down the Norway Maple, planted six more trees, tidied up the veggie beds, pulled the ivy, and addressed the compost situation, I will rest 

Well, not really. Next it's sales season 

Stand to full height so the high school boys take me serious 

Talk low and undeterred 

I'm not fucking around

They bought me an electric chainsaw

 

Before you know it I'll be back in the Adirondacks again 

I'll ski my way into the new year 

 

 

Did I mention I've been thinking of you this whole time? 

Stop me if you're tired of hearing it 

Not knowing is really hard 

 

Officially: the bird bath has a hole in it 

Doing yoga with the lights on 

So grateful to bend again 

It always comes down to the birds

 

Fall is foliaging 

Showering with coconut shampoo 

Red flannel pajama pants 

Hanna says it's dinner time 

Well, she paws it

fall foliage hike

 

wonders never cease 

Nine

 

Migraines for days

A thing that makes writing more comfortable than life is the backspace is always one fingertip away 

Did I, with you? 

I can't help myself from squirming 

A lot of people I've loved I don't talk to any more 

Hold on, past 

The wildflowers are mushrooming 

I remembered three nights ago a time when I was starving 

be nice rainbow on a faux leather string

 

I can't take any more in

Have you noticed? 

I can't do vodka shots any more 

All the worrying and the stress hormones 

All the motherfucking emails 

Rhizomatic notifications 

Meeting invites 

I call it off and go outside

Four out of twelve: 

dogwood, nannyberry, witch hazel, arrowwood 

Learning a new language 

So far on this land I have planted hundreds of native plants (and some parsley) 

Shoveled and wheelbarrowed nine truck scoops of wood chips alone 

Ripped cardboard til my arms shook, adhesives coating my hands 

Dozens of 

green-breathing plants 

in my home 

The bumblebees are coming 

Cute little friends 

The first I've had one 

Breathy 

Quiet 

Life is better at the lake 

Feels so good 

On my back on the red couch 

My breasts are okay.  

The green starry plant, once so leggy and straining, gets the sun it needs and relaxes into itself

Your body is processing so much 

If you come over I'll ask you which room is most like me 

I haven't heard you make that sound before

 

In lieu of the cabin I drive two hours north and climb a small, old mountain in the woods 

Feels good to propel myself uphill

Highbush blueberry magenta in fall 

Yellow-orange tapestry draped over gullies, around scree fields 

Black striations curve through glacial rock 

Up here there is no stiltgrass or mile-a-minute

The forest breathes easier 

The sports fans keep checking the scores

The fantasy is engulfed in vines 

Finally I am reading again

The drill points arrestingly from the top of the dresser 

Crying out orgasms on the basement couch 

I'll take one schnoodle to go, please

Be advised of drone restrictions and the general firewood quarantine 

I don't know how to release this hurt 

I will always know how you were willing to treat me

Of course, I'm no angel 

I drove all day. All day I was droving. 

Nicknames for Wilson (Part V)

 

Bug

Buggy 

Buggy boy 

Little bug

Little man 

Booger butt

Willie boy 

Willie bug 

Willie bobilly 

Cutie mctootie 

Sweetie mcsweetums 

My cutie patoot  

My favorite little man 

My favorite little guy