recipe for a blackhole
we are always leaving. trying to find somewhere/someone/something to compensate for the pain. only to learn there is only more heartache in leaving. but without the act perhaps we would never know how we feel/felt. sometimes we can not return. sometimes can't move on.
i spend the afternoon repotting plants/drinking coffee/writing letters/burning sandalwood/sad songs/be a distraction/...
it is evening. the sun is warm and i'm drinking this sadness/madness/you/her/them into the ground.
pittsburgh was:
rest/rummy/laughter/warm love/eggs/bagels/tofu/peppers/rice/scones/nachos/
coopers/yuengling/thai tofu summer rolls with cilantro/l-word/
conversations/catherine/cigarettes/heather/shannon/dawn/abbie/jenny/
beth/kris/jess/clouds/potholes/not enough time/peppered cheese/hurt/dancing/
photographs/unchanging clothes/urban redesign/beginnings/alone
i spend the afternoon repotting plants/drinking coffee/writing letters/burning sandalwood/sad songs/be a distraction/...
it is evening. the sun is warm and i'm drinking this sadness/madness/you/her/them into the ground.
pittsburgh was:
rest/rummy/laughter/warm love/eggs/bagels/tofu/peppers/rice/scones/nachos/
coopers/yuengling/thai tofu summer rolls with cilantro/l-word/
conversations/catherine/cigarettes/heather/shannon/dawn/abbie/jenny/
beth/kris/jess/clouds/potholes/not enough time/peppered cheese/hurt/dancing/
photographs/unchanging clothes/urban redesign/beginnings/alone