headline: heart reads mind, gets bored

my commitment to measure has been weak this month. no matter how hard i try to stay calm, all the tranquil things i do, there is a wild hair in me that nettles the rest and sends my sanity flying away to safety somewhere

so, bake more cookies for ann, go to get the passport photos, dinner at an old friend's, an afternoon of reading in shaded sunlight, thai iced tea with devin, a hike to the top of the berkeley hills, secret backyard nudist hot tub, chess by the fire of someone else's house, deer by the creek, he'll play piano while i chop the mushrooms, we can name all the trees in this forest –– smooth down little wild hair

i know it might be wrong, but your skin enveloping me, your demanding, your hardness, your anger, is the only thing that whites out the creeping in of everything else and calms me down into nothing