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gratitude. Yes. Close my eyes and conjure. Gratitude. See the clearing beyond the row of palms along the freeway. Yellows gold tans a drop of orange brown near white like corn husks and greens all shades... Gratitude. Rain on the front windshield. Wipers suck. Smear even in the hardest rain. Doesn’t last long. Windows back down. Gratitude.
Be...
With...
Good good trip, all slights and almost misses notwithstanding
good
gratitude
almost right—close enough for Gratitude...
Now...then...Now...
Ambivalence.
Desire like craving.
Fear like deep sleep escape familiar stories comfort deadens desire.
Avoid it with certainty that nothing matters. Vanity...accusations of self pity.
Whatever.
Desire scares me. Fear scares me. Deadening desire, escape, scares me.
Disappear into the characters I love with all my heart (and desire) ... scares me.
I live in the same decade of those who die young...just these last few weeks...
Bobby. George Michaels. Carrie Fisher.
If you’re gonna do it, do it now. But it doesn’t matter. Nobody reads it. Can’t finish it because nobody reads it. So why is (she) afraid of it. Nobody reads it. Can’t sell hot chocolate to Eskimos. Rather watch Bogey, Myrna Loy, Ray Burr, Barbie Hale, Bill Powell.... What difference does it make?
All I have are words.
Fear that I will spend my life into the words and it won’t matter. The story won’t save me. I will disappear. Death comes ...
Too soon? Too late? Why am I caught in this quick sand of ... I’ve no word for it.
I’ve no word for it... it... No word.
Reflection.
Recognition.
Resurrection?
Forgive me?
It’s not that I don’t believe...but that I fear.
Fear not...you say over and over and over. How?
How do I fear not?
How do I do?
How do I believe it matters?
How do I move forward?
...I will lose again...
PROMISE ME
promise me...
Promise me you’ll come back.
Promise me all I have to do is look for you
promise me I’ll be there one day too
promise me
PROMISE ME
then keep your promise
keep your word
enable me to believe in the word again
I need the word.
