I wrote this around this time last year, maybe a little deeper into June. The air underground felt about the same, so it’s hard to keep track of the months. I almost never make New Year’s Resolutions, but I sure as shit make ones for summer. Let’s see, for this year: get a sunburn on the beach for the first time since 2010, hang art on my bedroom walls much higher than eye-level, cut my shorts shorter, get almost-white hair, get everywhere.
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things to be happy about
- a sunroom full of books
- giving presents to yourself
- fresh hot biscuits
- a window-washing service
- finding treasure
- trying a new idea
- Temple of Karnak, Egypt
- topping jars with ribbon and fabric
- when a person’s ready to be what he/she is
- blue-and-white chintz
- wise proverbs
- being cognizant of wasting and trying to reduce it
- buckwheat pillows and ayurvedic toiletries
- wintering on a northern island
- early morning light over Emerald Bay, Lake Tahoe
- a swath of weeds growing along a city sidewalk
I have to take a deep breathe. I have time to be. I have three piercings in my nose. I have my friends’ poetry tattooed into my skin. I have an infection in my blood. I have love. I have my fingers in my hair, constantly. I have heavy boots for everyone in my life. I have decisions to make. I have to forgive (I have to for me). I have to write more. I have to read even more. I have battles to fight. I have to take a deep breath. I have a deep need for the sun.
I AM RISING BECAUSE: “New York’s definition of ‘rape’ requires vaginal penetration.”
“Hello, Milkshake Delivery Service, yeah, this is Bee. I’ll have my usual peanut-butter-chocolate-strawberry. Thanks, see yuh soon.”
