Natalie carried Paco and Kyle carried a broom stick through the Conservatory of FlowersHope pointed out that I could seek outt the Aquatic Room, which felt just like Florida, in the winter. Like an 18th century poet leaving stuffy dirty grey Europe for a snaitorium on some island I would gladly pay the 3 dollars to sit on a bench under the brilliant crosshatched ceiling of this Victorian greenhouse and wear a tank top. Near flat, shallow hot bodies of water and rubbery green leaves. I imagine breaking in here at night to float on my back through the mangroves and enormous lily pads, Basil E style. This place the apotheosis of the sculptured and buttery light in all the corners of Florida front porches and screened in pools.There was a also a Joseph Cornell kind-of room with its Victorian Pot Culture, its Wheel of Flora-tune, a winged seahorse-horse, and an antique carousel zebra who was dressed like Natalie. In some ways, it reminded me of Disneyworld (when it was smaller, more rickety and charming) and the It’s a Small World Ride.Everyone came to the piñata-party. And a dog! And a baby! Thanks guys! (I fear I miscommunicated about the piñata prizes though, because most of the stuff was left behind. Now what will I do with all these cactus stickers?) We left Paco’s torso beside the tree where we had reveled as an offering, in the hopes of more sunlight this week.
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.