the dragon burns tomorrow

leaving in the middle of a war
to take back what is mine and hers
when i return
what compromise awaits?

but relaxation in the making
five years of toil

let the sun rise over me
and the breeze wrap around
lay me down in the rhythm of today
the ax can wait
the dragon burns tomorrow

I like that last bit.

boobs

Everybody's all pissed about the new breast cancer screening recommendations.

What's that?

That women under 50 shouldn't... well, no, no shouldn't... that women under the age of 50 do not need to get mammograms, because statistically it's not worth it for them to. Above 50, yes; below, no.

Are they playing statistics with people's lives?

That's what the anger is about. But I don't know. I think it's misplaced.

How so?

If mammograms are not effective for finding breast cancer under 50, instead of being angry at those statistics...

...shouldn't we be spending time figuring out more effective methods.

Exactly. Is the choice really mammogram or no mammogram? What else is out there?

Hmmm.

So tired of women's bodies being the focus of political debate.

soon

winding down shouldn't feel like winding up
release
3000 checks to make
cross the list
double back
reread finish it up
to sleep through the sky and raise the curtains
another day another place another sun

Just a few more days before vacation.

tryingish

it's one p.m.
and i forgot
to write something
for this blog
once again
to say oh no!
i'm such an ass
but then again
i have lots of shite to do
ppppppppbbbbbbbbttttttttttttt

Yeah, I'm not sure I really even tried there. Sorry, y'all!

stupid foot

a bruised foot and a vacation on the way. damn the luck. hobbling around nyc trying to keep up the pace. it's not working. strangely i let more people sit this way. feel the pain. embrace it. let it flow through you. forget the location and it spreads and eases by sharing across the leg and ankle. but then i have to step and remember. right there on the right. sharp and dull dance to the quick intakes of air as i hold back a cry.

Do not wear Chucks when you are walking around the city all day.

soon

a flight away from resting
healing these overworn shoes
in walking touring viewing
leaving things behind

I can't wait for vacation.

running

Run! Just run. Right now. Who cares about the clothes you are wearing? Don't worry about the job or the checklist of To-Dos that grows exponentially. Run. The pumping air and the racing blood will make everything sync and work.

I have time for the gym this weekend!

here

a series of ones creates
grows and evolves
to days of lightening
looking back
who is that?
a mimic, a shadow
australopithecus waves to the future

Happy Birthday to me! Twenty-eight was a (r)evolution.

joy/terror

the spider man weaves his prey
in the rickshaw web
jumping and playing
they squeal with
joy/terror
wondering when it will stop

You see the strangest things in NYC.

rrrrrr

voting by default
not an option
i will not stand
and check
the lesser of bad choices
i will not stand
for someone
not standing for me

Not happy about the healthcare bill.

things

a friday
a paper
a presentation
a glass
a phone
a wallet
a vacation
a day

Hooray!

dehydration!

puckered like a salted slug
waterphobic but forced
one glass
tired
yearning for caffeine
not today
until the dryness fades
with the pain
in your lips

I am definitely trying to rehydrate. Stupid weather. Stoopid heaters.

eek

oops
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ps
s

Sorry!

changes

decisions decisions
changes swept into moving forward
here is here and now
when is there?

So much going on...

pictoral analogy

is to

AS

is to

I say, love them all!