trudge trudge trudge
slip trudge trudge trudge slip trudge:
Albany blizzard
Category: Stones
(I finally missed a day, so I’m one stone behind on my 365-straight-days plan. Ah well…)
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late night Sun Ra fills my empty apartment
with the whirling sound of Saturn
more and more empty space
in my apartment, I mean
no two are alike
as they fall from the winter sky:
poisoned birds
my voice echoes
through the empty house:
leaving in winter
woke up with a sore throat
dreading a cold during moving time
:slept on cold floor
all my muscles are tired
I lifted the mattress onto the car by myself
buoyed by unexpected springlike warmth
I stepped on the ice
it turned out to be a deep, shoe-soaking puddle
(this is and is not a metaphor)
heavy boxes shift
my footing loose on icy driveway
:keeping my balance
I’m drinking lukewarm chamomile tea
— I have no idea what chamomile is —
listening to an American musician performing in Paris
when she asks the crowd if they’re having a good time
they say “yes” not “oui”
flooded sidewalks
walking on the glistening asphalt:
February thaw
how it ends:
a winter breeze stirs the curtains
no one is coming
walking in the street
cars passing too closely:
icy sidewalks
ice on the driveway
inside, spicy noodles
and the warmth of conversation
the heater’s fan clicks off
the room is a field of silence
I am imagining Mt. Fuji
I am becoming a mountain