justwrite 17 september

within the time it takes to raise the stakes I can bake a cake as flat as a house in the after picture when just before the hope was more afloat the root beer clearly important at such a juncture but what can you do in a country where truly there is none just stunned confusion reaching out for illusions which once were available also for-saleable in the most ordinary of places those accessible spaces ready and waiting for cars to park in the morning or dark when you need brown sugar or indeed something as precious as peanut butter just like which no other exists and it’s hard to resist imagining convenience not in a mean sense regarding the present situation but it’s beyond conversation to acknowledge that some things are just harder by which I mean all and to stall out in even momentary confusion is a truth that we live in every day anyway we are pleased with the beads that we’ve sewn on our jeans on the cross-country train and the sparkles remain when all the cows have come home when the ladies who roam for the day to sit off by the wayside and wait for the sun’s slowslide to slowdecide to wrap things up they’re stuck until then penned in by nature self-assigned to nurture those wide-eyed wonderers turning green to white to the absolute delight of dentists everywhere and I meant to care about something else but the path to best health presupposes flexibility and that’s a choice you’re free to make—will you bend or will you break—but in the transcription of sent thoughts I find I ought to stay true to what shoots through my fingers and lingers longer on the page like child dancers on the stage looking back at the audience with surprise and expectation seeking pages of imagination to offer up some explanation of what we’re doing here of overcoming fear