Thursday August 3, 2017
Rivers and Roads
The Head and the Heart
I heard the seagulls laughing last night. I don’t think they wanted to be. I don’t know if anyone else noticed. No one seemed to be ducking or running, or telling them to piss off. Maybe it was subtle seagull warning signs meant for the clarvoyant. Maybe that was their gentle way of peeling back the scales on the eye I keep hidden. I thought about listening but then I was too afraid. I did run for a bit. I decided to stay on the sidewalk even though the path up the hill would have been faster. You asked me nicely, that’s the only reason why I don’t do it anymore. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I’m fine and the world might be ending but it hasn’t yet so, all good. And if you want, I can try to let you know if I hear it again. I’ll try to read the room.
Wednesday August 2, 2017
One Nation, Indivisible in The Sun, August 2017
I see our history after you surprise me with sour wine gums and weed on the patio.
I see how far we’ve come when we stand in each other’s silence and do not wish to sing
I see our history by talking about our now: how the decisions we made then were not toward any one thing.
Unless you wanted that same one thing I did but I doubt it because that would make too many Gregs.