August 28, 2022

Gout a constant discord. Pointless pain an infuriation. 

Sunday gliding toward a bruise purple and yellow twilight. Picnic to celebrate Perrin’s brief, restful tenure at All Souls. The garden between my bathroom window and the fence is a kind of tiny paradise, twittering with birds concealed behind the foam-colored flowers. Moving forward in my secret worlds, probably standing stock till in the world anybody can see.