"When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what should I be..."

[indigopanther]

Yes to Dark 'n Stormies, yes to walking into the club just as they started up "All of Me", yes to spending almost the whole time writing, yes to the last two hours of the set talking shop with a poet from Hoboken who Just Didn't Give a Shit about what anyone else thought, yes to Eric, the music-business-grad-school trumpet player who was The White Guy playing with the O'Jays, yes to being told I was on the short list of people the manager wanted to work this little jazz dive, yes to lucky nights and long, hard conversations, yes to Ray Bradbury who answers all his letters, yes to Anne Sexton who was trying her damndest before someone asked her why she wasn't writing the way she used to, yes to doing whatever it takes to keep getting up in the fucking morning and meditating, writing, painting, reading, playing, praying, fucking doing whatever it is you need to do to be totally there and totally yourself that day.

Yes, please, more, world, please?

Please? I'd be good to you...

Love,
lust,
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