i have a fever in my skin

a festering sore on my chest

a hole in my heart, it hurts

even the sky is bored

but dammit

i will run in this rain

and i will remember that we are just some moody monsters

with sudden aches and groans

scowls and caprice

who push and pull and forget what we want but know we want it bad

until we can feel silly about our sickness

let go our fists

look at our half-comprised lives

and know we love them

today I looked down at my hands while sifting dried cow manuer to make seedbags, and lo woah ahhh ho ho inhale pffffffoooooooooohhhhhhh did I behold they were covered with

GLITTER.

dive into a cold waterfall and air-drying between growing a strong affection for the various phases of cow shit and for pain: (Seven blisters of different ages on my hands and a concrete piercing through my foot: they never tell you how weak you are in a city)

hard hard work and billions of joints. bananas eaten in every form imaginable.

they mine black gold in this region of brazil. a fool here mining for fool´s gold and if you´re lucky i´ll bring some back, melted down and woven into moments of meditation, thanks, and the color green.