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hello friends.
i had golden thanksgiving at grandmas
three new england twenty-something happy couples
four single charming young men who are my cousins
ping pong in sheep socks
sheep socks on sand-ground. under trees. along with toads.
and aunties and uncles
four greyhaired brothers
and an austrian man named tomas.
he ate his first cranberries and turkey chunks sitting next to me in the greenhouse
under the bald and wintering fig tree.
abuela and i ate beets together and i sang her some songs.
i lit the fire
with logs in a cauldron on top of soot
i sang
i sang songs to spirited teenagers
opened the show with my haunted risd recordings for true true happy boys
i drew for the crowds, crowds drew with me
we danced
i danced, they danced.
i hugged a shirtless boy in the morning who is not afraid of death.
i talked happy to my good friend liana.
i talked refreshed to funny friend travis
i talked rambling sensical to my real friend james
life is starting again and it will stop again
we are okay with that
li li li li l ili ana. i want to be your friend for a long long time.