max concentration
you can’t achieve maximum concentration
unless the body is drained of all its nervous energy
dark bedrooms are good for deep sleepers
they pose a problem though
when you need to become an early riser
to turn a heavy dreamer into an alarm-clocked-
waker is like ripping the legs off an amphibian
and throwing the body back in the water
sometimes it’s easier to wake up to good news
instead of the daunting disasters of the day
a kiss on the cheek can make things a lot easier
a kiss on the lips, even better, for brave souls
who don’t care about morning breath…
no one wants to start the day in a tizzy
you want to go slow, give your brain some time
to reboot, give the body leeway to make mistakes
the shower is the wet cocoon where you poke
your awareness through and muddle between
hazy dreams and foggy hopes of shit you need to do
today I thought of how I’d like to spend the second
half of my summer, and I realized there’s probably
less than half of it left at this point…
August is always robbed of its glory, its final days
used in preparation — you get it hammered into you
about all the back-to-school and how the fall
and all that spice is right around the corner
but I’m still sitting on the corner here on a sunny afternoon
sprinklers running, looking around for my bathing suit,
coming to terms with my birthday suit, and all
the signs of aging that I gleefully ignore in favor
of beauty and acceptance and never…
