I molded to the outside -

one sock striptease

at jazz clubs

Ah! the outside has changed

now

In melted emotions

friends meet me

by my language of love -

surprise

And saturate me with magic

generators of love

Being truly oneself

is not what you think,

glass ball

Downs and I. A personal story

I've been really dropping into Woman 

the past six, seven years

A landscape so bizarre sometimes

in this territory of post-wars normal

Feeling manically up in the lushness

falling suddenly down

in the vastness of lack of support

But this gentle moist morning reminds me

that my only purpose in life

is to keep myself full

always full to the brim being happy

And if making dips in the cheese

is what joys me

then today I've fulfilled my highest

purpose in life

Let's have a conversation

made up entirely of things

we've never said before

And layer it as composition

of some new structure

like first-saw strandbeests

on that beach