Why Is It So Cold?
“Why is it so cold in my apartment? Why are my legs so sore after a full night asleep? Why did my water spill? Why am I out of tissues? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?”
“Why is it so cold in my apartment? Why are my legs so sore after a full night asleep? Why did my water spill? Why am I out of tissues? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?”
“My hands cupped – cold in humid air – Water Boy kisses my exposed skin – I wonder if the Holy People see me here…”
“A sense of place is felt with the whole body. It is sound, taste, touch, smell, vision, and the great beyond… It is touching ground after an arduous trip out at sea.”
“She was talking about suicide again, but she talked about suicide almost every time she drank. I told her to hush while my eyes slipped shut…”
My Cheii’s (grandpa’s) truck coming up the dirt road. A big old cloud of dust behind him. My Cheii’s (grandpa’s) truck, A BIG RED TRUCK! BIG knobby tires, BIG white mirrors, With a flat bed and stack rack. Grumble, …
I am from recycled goods, bus passes, and borrowed books, walking in the canyons, biking in the woods, reading about places I want to visit, hearing about people I want to meet, riding the bus alone. I am from homes …