sounds: iggy pop. melvins. fugazi.
sights: glitter. trees.
tastes: rexxy-baked spice cake with butterscotch pudding filling and maple buttercream frosting
smells: melting wax of hazelnut creme and vanilla spice candles. grass.
feeling: skeletal

reading:



(night.)
sun up when i began
four mile walk home for the soul
been gazing at the sidewalk and into
windows and away from cars
that whistle and meow.
suddenly shifting my gaze upward and
the sky is a dreamy shade of bluegrayblack.
storm clouds dark, alive, ready to release
their burden.
but they seem to wait for me.
the strand of buildings i have passed hundreds of
times before
(and with wearier legs and spirit)
lays flat against the dark yet vibrant night sky
like an old western movie town,
cardboard.
as though with one tiny flick
i could watch it fall in a unified heap.
bothering not to trample or burn,
just to carry on
my way,
unaffected.
the street-lit asphalt shimmers with broken glass
(its the new dew on morning grass)
an urban vision i admit to marveling in.
though nothing shimmers
like a town untouched but for snow.
given depth, silenced.
a blanket beneath which the earth and i rest momentarily
from man,
who huddles indoors.





life is peaceful, productive, and super groovy, lately.
though the love is on another continent
and time clings to the walls
like a jar full of molasses,
but i'm learning to savor her drip as well as her flight.


well, just a little update.
i'll tell you more, soon,
when i'm not sneaking on my roommate's computer. shhh.
bye bye, now, my love peaches! i hope things are amazing!
<3 Rexxy