layers of things stripped bare will start the faux memoir in July esp. now that Anna has given me the word depersonalization to name the thing that frightens me most besides the death of everyone and myself and is most a part of being me/fiction will also write about jellyfish houses and say the ram have laid quietly on the couch in the new studio with the cat nursing on the blanket that covers me who knew sinus infections could remove you from the world so thoroughly having not been able to smell or taste in 3 weeks increasing the dereality return to work to calls from youngish men's families, catastrophic strokes--I fail as a peer counselor for people with cognitive impairment, how to step into it and offer/collaborate with honesty, in this reality mirrored closet doors in new grass green bed nook sun through east-facing window trailing eucalypti dust from the hills bursts across living room and shines off glass into bed a silver-white sky-sea impersonal condos on beaches suffused plain beige walls also hold the energy of skins have not seen any Berkles pigeons yet which makes me sad so I'll post some Mission pidgesters having a quiche on 16th Street and this dish on my roof deck like something very Floridicana now that all the work is done to get me moved and the puking from antibiotics in the IKEA parking lot (grandmother holding plastic bag to my face like she did when she picked me up from college reunion in February) I just want mom and grandmother to come back, to go to the municipal rose garden, to eat pastries and look out windows.
also, what happened in the upside-down was the second installment of the :working class reading series, this one a celebration fo the life of akilah oliver with lou flroez, jai arun ravine and selah saterstrom.
, 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.