Quick notes, vol. 2
Vespers
Once I believed in you; I planted a fig tree. Here, in Vermont, country of no summer. It was a test: if the tree lived, it would mean you existed. By this logic, you do not exist. Or you exist exclusively in warmer climates, in fervent Sicily and Mexico and California, where are grown the unimaginable apricot and fragile peach. Perhaps they see your face in Sicily; here we barely see the hem of your garment. I have to discipline myself to share with John and Noah the tomato crop. If there is justice in some other world, those like myself, whom nature forces into lives of abstinence, should get the lion's share of all things, all objects of hunger, greed being praise of you. And no one praises more intensely than I, with more painfully checked desire, or more deserves to sit at your right hand, if it exists, partaking of the perishable, the immortal fig, which does not travel.
by Louise Glück
Liz Phair’s Exile In Guyville:
Ana Roxanne’s EP, ~~~:
etc.
* Kara Duval’s Range
* Rishi Tea & Botanical’s Marsala Chai …with local raw honey and a splash of milk.
* Gardana Clogs
* Getting rid of the clothes I don’t wear, getting to see my friends bring them back to life
* Laying on the ground, rolling around
* Deleting social media platforms from my phone, only accessing it on my laptop when I’m seated somewhere
* Cappuccinos, with whole milk
* Watching my hair slowly grow longer
that’s all, love you, talk soon <3