terrifyingly simple

predictable cloud cover falling over oil

slicking face expensive skin care routine.

i say, post pictures of it and rejoice

post pictures of what it could have been and

i say, rev

the metabolism with over 60 yoga poses to rev

the metabolism.

call your friend who is an artist and say "art is over now is the time for hurriedly writing and going from one thing to the next"

call your friend who is a writer and say "writing is over now is the time for live streaming reading the bank statements of the most powerful"

1. tell me i feel strong and then

2. place my arms lovingly above my head, posing me. oh no, oh no my arms

3. are above my head, all of me exposed

4. for the power to switch. cross hatching under the eyes.

some days ago we made a fire in the backyard, and instead of ceremony, instead of prayers or spaciousness or wandering ourselves through the unknown

we traded facts. videos. we speculated and as the fire kept eating cedar burning higher we built a bridge from us (hands on earth, feet planted, venus setting above us)

to another unknown world, one of 4 million deaths. and of course some of those would be people we know. of course they would.

we’ll remember this time when we built

a bridge to the idea of 4 million deaths and it was too much and i had to pour water on the fire and we had to all

go home.

i’ll remember it and the prayer says

I have to be ready

for when People’s Faces by Kate Tempest plays in a bar and my cells are washed with the liquid of

that fire

this time