Things i might have been taking for granted: being able to walk, physically, into one’s personal space. i do a lot of crawling these days. Another: sleeping wearing less than a whole outfit.

Turns out i’m obsessed with grasses. Ever since that rainbow one i have been fascinated and my love for them has only grown in this dry, whispery winter place. i love to swish them with my hands. i paid for the Santa Fe Botanic Gardens and commenced my swishing, and listening. The wind is better suited, of course. Those moments when the breeze strummed the grasses were melodic. As i walked i ran my hand through the dry, hollow stalks, just to feel the shaky husks. What i really wanted to do was pluck them to draw later, but that didn’t seem appropriate no matter how i considered it. And then i went to pet what looked like a leafy little palm that turned out to be a stiff and spiky yucca! i snatched my hand back and saw that this desert jerk had drawn a pinprick of blood in much the way a doctor would like for testing. i fairly laughed aloud and went to sit down and nurse my little wound, considering the implications of having non-consensually fondled various plants.

Stuff i have definitely said, some i may have shouted, while driving: “Have You SEEN My Liscense Plate?!” “No, thank you, i’ll be going to hell.” “Where IS everythiiiing?!” “Move over, that guy is about to have a baby!!!” “How’s everybody doin’?” “i am sick of being on the moon i wanna go back to earth” “Fucking Altitude!” “Shut uuup, shuuuut up” this last to the beeps in my car when i’m in reverse without my belt on and it’s a fucking chorus. “Sweet overlook! For me to PEE ON!”