oh, i have one. small letdown today, no real job for me until later. i am consoling myself with knowing there are many overqualified people, more time with noa, new york this summer.

resisting urges to put on the glamor. knowing this is fake way to pump up.

i swear texting is changing the way that i think, a more efficient english.  Ha. my computer underlined it in red. take that personal dictionary. add to.

a cofactor for this unenglishifying of my syntax is also spanish . whether or not i always speak it well, it has woven into my brain patterns and emotionscape. in my dreams i carry out important missions in spanish.

the best dreams are an escape from verbal. the port towns i fly over, searching for an invisible way in.

i finally got up the last piece of my apartment, a sage curtain,  and feel energy filling in finally. this too is magic, and i hestia.

more fears, more fears. that the delicate and so complicated lace i weave over my eyes has no market value. that the few  things special about me are very,  but too much of a secret garden to benefit from. in the world i mean.

i am good at noa, most days at least. i can distract her back to happiness, instead of fighting.

cloister tempts at these times, but i cannot.

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