There are things we can write
With your coccyx as the nib,
Picking you up like a pen by your ribs
Pick you right up and they'll fill you with ink
And give you ample time to think

Keep those wrinkled eyes in soft
And keep them friendly with the moment
Perhaps we're more acquainted
Than we can really say we're friends...

I know you've got a lot to chew on
Don't you lie, you saw it coming
Please try hard, don't be so bitter
Please just try to enjoy life

Don't look back too often, quitter
Don't you want a better life?

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Today only their edges show.
A feather, a foot, a flash of orange,
stirring leaves left on the big madrona,
playing hide-and-seek,
suddenly exotic.

Ruth Solnit November 2020

I like colors, pens and pillows.
But they said you have to love blades, knives, and poison and **** everything in between.