If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Tuesday, July 13, 2010


     it’s the rain, the cleansing. It hasn’t rained for so long now. Everything is dirty, rank. It’s been like living out of a car, a laundry basket of soiled clothes. You never feel clean. You just want to draw up, close your petals; ignore the filth.

Maybe it’s my boy’s breathing. Slow, steady, sleep breaths—human breaths—here beside my bed. He’s always close. It’s strange how I will open the gate for a dog.

Maybe it’s that I conquered myself and laid back down, ignored the compulsion, the flaw, and slept for another half hour.

Whatever it was; I feel rested, awake; in the deep places sleep rarely reaches.


  1. Must be the day for it. I did that this morning.

    I dreamed
    the dogs were talking.
    About how
    easily humans were trained.

  2. The rain is beautiful...cleansing. Last night, we also got rain for the first time in weeks.

    In the darkness
    The street lights
    turn the rain on the pavement
    into liquid gold.

  3. Sweet dream O.F.!

    Emmy, that might be one thing I miss about city life... street lamps at night, especially in the rain.

  4. Nothings to stop you from putting up street lights at your place. Heck, there was one in the forest in Narnia, and if CS Lewis could get away with it I think you could too.

  5. Ed, I just so happen to have in my possesion, two old-timey street lamp poles. I intend to put one on either side of my sofa though, which, when completed will look a bit like a park bench.

  6. There you go. Perfect.


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