Interesting to observe

Other interesting lives

And what others find interesting.


Don’t you miss Mexico?

I asked him.

I wanted deep conversations.

He wanted to be left alone with his work.


My body and all its liquid


Stark and naked

I am always startled to see it.

Full glory

and grace.

He tells me I’m beautiful.

Then there’s beauty I haven’t developed a pallet for




On the outskirts

Mourning for their proximity

Distanced now.

There was never a choice in the matter.

Many said we’d forget about the dogs

Would cease to love them.


We move through days

tethered to diapers and feedings

and we love the chore.

The smell of humans

Skin to skin

an aroma

that once it hits you

never leaves,

will always be





It all boils down to water.

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You don't know me, but you will.
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