Wait

I want to f*&% and write today. Is that too personal for blogland? Maybe… but it’s how I feel – I haven’t felt the need to ram something out in a while and maybe it’s because I didn’t take my little blue pill yesterday and the wild itch is rising back up or maybe it’s oncoming fall, the rain, the wet grass, the way hips feel – solid hills against my hand. God, what is that feeling like your heart is reaching into a dark pool, feeling bottom slime, for plant matter? If you’re patient enough little fishies emerge kissing the muscles, cleaning and eating the invisible and suddenly settled you belong.