Day Off

12 Oct

woodrow

Day off. Peace and quiet in the neighborhood. No sound but tinnitus. This morning in the mirror I thought I saw a bald spot. Right where the back of my hair spirals together. Looked again. Trick of the light.

I harvested my squash. Ten pounds at least. Ten pounds of delicious food right from the soil. It will have the terroir of the dirt patch where the mockingbirds pick at the cactus pears. Where the cats hide in the wild geraniums, where the raccoons forage. Where I sit and type sometimes as the sunlight expands, where the crickets sing in back at night, where the rare red-whiskered bulbul used to pick at the black mustard, a biblically significant weed.

Oh shit big wildfire over the ridge–

And it’s out. That’s not the big ironic thing coming. Doctor’s appointment later too– but it’s not gonna be a cancer diagnosis. I’m just gonna have a good day. Woodrow still comes around. Big tough stray cat with half an ear bit off and huge nuts. If they evacuate these hills how could I catch him. Take him with me.

Rain will start soon but for now it’s a perfect day. Had tacos and chatted with a methed out chattering homeless woman who I’d fuck. A bunch of sweaters fell off her shopping cart. I volunteered to help her but she couldn’t make sense of me picking her stuff up. Just wanted to tell me about some nemesis occupying some important doorway. Mexican woman, 30’s with a nice face– I could have had it. Could have had her bent over holding on to the chain link fence by the Gold Line tracks and I’d have a kid.

Also got chided by a stroller pushing mom for jaywalking. She said it was “cocky,” and I said if it’s my day to die so be it. She didn’t mean anything by it. Just having mom energy but didn’t know how to say please take care of yourself. Some instinct to help and protect me but had to speak it like a cunt for some intersectional reason. Soon I’ll go walk in the park with this 22 year old whose face looks too much like Ziggy Stardust but her hips in her Hinge pics in a romper, maybe suck on her bottom lip, maybe feel her little tits. Maybe plant a hot crawly load deep in her womb. Her colon.

I saw my stepfather. Alive and healthy. After having that Bernie Sanders heart stent placed. Grateful for every minute with him. My mom alive and healthy. My brothers. My stepmom. All I need is for these people to remain in perfect health and of sound mind until I myself perish of natural causes at 120. Reading Celine, he’s in Africa. I can’t believe I haven’t read him before but I’m glad I’m discovering him at this exact time. Look at everything that’s happened in just one morning. Just two hours really. Just by not going to work.

3 Responses to “Day Off”

  1. kedwardwarmoth October 12, 2019 at 11:45 am #

    Celine is good; glad you’re onto him. Please tell Woodrow I said hello.

  2. Bonnes Tacos October 13, 2019 at 7:57 am #

    Did you know a lot of what Celine wrote is held back and won’t be published. Because … uh, you know.

    “Had tacos and chatted with a methed out chattering homeless woman who I’d fuck.”

    How were the tacos?

  3. SHI Founder October 13, 2019 at 11:11 am #

    “She didn’t mean anything by it. Just having mom energy but didn’t know how to say please take care of yourself. Some instinct to help and protect me but had to speak it like a cunt for some intersectional reason.”

    HAHAHAHA

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