our mother the mountain

i feel very much on the verge. teetering. not sure how to land. but i am confident. i am brave. i brace myself knowing there are dozens and hundreds of hands outstretched to catch me if i chose in haste.

i am lucky. i count the stars even when i cannot see them.

i am in love today and not like that.

i am also dreadful today, sort of more like that.

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when my brains can't focus on what my hands are doing and my eyes cant keep up with either, i take myself out. jeane and i spent the after moving in circles. i weeded through the basements bins and bought by the pound.

found an amazing silver skirt that makes me feel like david bowie. it keeps popping into my head, i was reminded by my father the other day, that when i was a little person I thought David Bowie was the most beautiful woman. to me she looked like Laurie Anderson in 1986. i particularly remember 1986.
when youre a little kid, there is no era or past presenting itself. there are little corrections to be made. old timey might as well be now timey.

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i am lucky. i have an eleven , and three seven's comprising the numbers in the day i was born. a woman at the grocery store mentioned it to. i smiled and nodded. she nodded back.

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i found beautiful shoes made in 1968, still in the box. theyre beautiful and fit my feet perfectly. i am wearing them today.