22 december

somebody once called it closing a door but what's more to the point is the disjointed scowl that slips off and out when no one's looking / cooking the booking and riding hope hard, we're scarred by missed opportunities - by chances fluttered in the breeze like so many accidental diaries of parallel universes - the curses and the blessings of those lessons we give to other but can never learn ourselves - good health and sleep and waking up: a day to try again