um

can you even DO that--

(yes)
7 minutes left here on the jefferson county compity comp and it's DARK at 8pm these days like i've seen it brighten and darken slowly this summer. last night i watched the moon move, millimeters at a time. i watch plants grow i watch pigs fatten i watch blueberries get bigger and bluer and smaller and purple mummified shrinkly curply fall to the ground. the ducks get their big teeth-oily feathers in and they still aren't sure how to eat a weed. i put the little plantlings, comfrey starts and jerusalem sage and yerba buena, in the ground that i have been cooing over in the greenhouse like a good plantdaddymama for a month plus or so and so...and summer has just begun and perhaps it will frost in the low field on the full moon...!
(almost often someone is somewhere waiting and
i am not sure if i will arrive)
the idea of ideas excites me, the memory of the taste and smell of
theoretically dense tangles of tendrils and
inspirations that turn coffee into mud and
mud into madness and back again.
picking blueberries i swear i have ideas that might shake california loose from the u.s. and by the time i leave the field they're gone, reduced into zucchini relish (which is still good)
i love this life for now
i love much
i forget often
i am curious
i want much
27 seconds--