this morning I slammed my foot hard into a chair leg on the crawl to the coffeemaker and it hurts badly still, hours later, but I ran perfectly well because painlessness isn’t the goal when I go into the woods. The goal is something to do with building a hollow in my chest like…

I allowed a fight to begin — and then to spray a little, pink mist freckling things — today with the adult daughter of a very lovely hairdresser named Carol only because it was the last day of not just the month, but of August, of summer in the purest sense…

happy virgo season; i’m sweating a lot. i was on the floor in my underwear for three hours tonight but it didn’t feel like any time really. I don’t know. I saw so many bees at the botanical garden yesterday and I made myself embarrassed with how I wanted suddenly to…