Me. At work.

tumultuous weather.

i placed my hands on the bottom of a tree that had fallen, and gripped her roots/ she looked as if some huge thing had just lifted her up and layed her on the road/ exposing her vulnerabilities/ she layed there like a fallen comrade and blocked traffic/ on their cell phone someone took a photo


i walked past white alabaster birds that covered the grass and stood like a flag of truce/ they knew something else

chipper.

i'm always amazed with women that tend to look good even when they have bronchitis. or pneumonia. or cancer. i am perfectly healthy and haven't showered in days*.

in the office this morning there was a woman who had lower left lobe pneumonia and was perfectly groomed. her cough was so horrendous i could feel it within my own chest walls. her phlegm was blood-tinged she told me. yet here she was at ten minutes past eight. dressed in a power suit. and heels. and those stockings with the line that follows the calf, perfectly aligned. i've only ever tried to wear those kind of stockings once. if my memory serves me correctly i believe it ended in me writhing on the floor and shouting profanities. the stockings all askew. i started to imagine what her job might be. perhaps she was some highly important executive and had to run a board meeting at nine AM. or one of those perfume squirting ladies at the bay. or maybe she had an audition... ??? maybe!!!?? she was a madam! mnmnmmm. suffice it to say she was doing all of this with pneumonia.

i need to believe that she takes some form of stimulant. other than coffee. to be so together, and with-it, and chip, chip, chip her so early in the morning.




Friday.


* not factual. ;) stinky, stinky girl!!

December the 6th.

i started wanting to write something... about this day. um. but. i'm not sure i have anything to say. i... . i was thinking last night about this year so far... and it seems that it has been especially bad. especially. christ. what is especially? just off the top of my head i can think of three women that have been the victims of violence at the hands of their husbands and families. three. off the top of my head. in Vancouver. alone.

mnmmmmm???

i'm really coming up short here.

i don't know what to say??

it's best just to be quiet then.





i'll be gazing at empty shoes in front of the art gallery... if you care to come and join me.






much, much, love...

thinking of you.

someone sent this to me... and cause i'm tired i'm laughing reaaaaalllly hard!!!! hahahahhahaa...

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