headed farmward again with a layer of soap under my nails. next to a dying cherry tree i can start to put everything together–how easy. i know it’s probably my fault the branches are infected: i touched too much and i stuck a pin through it, thinking that best.

(i am happy you are happy.) do you think the tomatoes will bear fruit after julian smoked next to them? do you think the pepper plant will just keep getting taller? the sage is doing well and if you come over i can make something of it. (i am really thrilled you are thrilled.)

last night i fell asleep before i started thinking about anything. i slept for twelve hours. and when i woke up it was a new day that felt like the same day that felt nothing like the day i was expecting. don’t be afraid that i’m not sleeping or eating. it’s easy enough to pretend wakefulness and i pinch my cheeks. when nobody is looking, i pinch hard enough to bruise.

(i might say miss you when i am saying how good the fresh corn is this time of year.) have you seen the flower i put in the lightbulb and how all the moths think it is something divine? have you seen the child i never had, the one that fell off the second story porch in the storm yesterday? he had, in his mouth, the whole day we spent lying in bed.

I’m waiting for the appearance of an object again: A ring pop or the jolly rancher William put up his nose. Autonomy means having to deal with the conditions. The quiet hour

was the hour I should have said something. On the pillow I said, “I might put this pillow over my head when I’m sleeping.” You said, “You might not.” We both knew it was true

that I would never take that residency in Iceland, but I wanted you to not want me to take it.

I remember when I made a cardboard box into a house and wore the cardboard box/house and a pair of black stockings. I wandered around the neighborhood until I was out of the neighborhood and thought about sending myself back to myself through the mail.

the price of stamps went up again and I only had enough for the old price of stamps. I’d never thought of forever stamps because everyone was always saying forever was a big joke. This was the same day you wore a wearable body organ and screamed into a bag. I kept that bag. I also kept

a mirror under my skirt because I wanted to see myself the way you saw me. I never did

like the way some people always pay complete attention.