lose your taste for this shattered realm. – Bobbi Lurie

Die before you die. Die now. To all of it. If you feel less than then cherish it. Cherish it completely. Make light of your life and the armor you’ve worn, protecting an imitation of what you can never be anymore than you could enter your dream bone flesh blood still no way you aren’t wearing same shoes you wore in the dream.

Striped dress

Go through life like a cloud passing over the temporary view

How many suicides because doctors refused to prescribe pain meds

Too fast and light for words cannot grasp the words too fast and light for that she meets me at the stream wearing white she has on my black shoes from England the black and white striped woman is not there

Dream – wild dogs are biting at my throat – threatened death
Theedra says dogs were at Auschwitz
Room of exposure and sickness

Put on white dress
Another self puts on black dress
Long hair up
Striped dress sits
Fourth entity exhibits orange dress

Voice says “everyone wants to be seen in a soft light”

Samuel Beckett said something about that, didn’t he? “Here it is,” I say to myself as I type this on my front porch, plants dying in the sun, weeds overtaking the lawn, “Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.”