delicioustacos

I like getting older. I stand in the yard with my hose. Horses walk by. Birds singing. I still don’t know all of them. The dog waits for me in bed. The nights finally get cold. She stretches out against my back. Susannah takes me to parties, young people. Another country. A city where I used to live and like all old people I say it fell to shit. I don’t know how these young men do it. Tough out there- but I wrote down what it was like when I was young. It was tough then too. It was the worst it ever was, we had it so hard. How do young men do it- how did I do it. I stayed alive till it got better. Till the things that made me mad subsided by me doing nothing. By just staying alive. Not drinking, eating vegetables. Stretching before activity. Problems went away. I stood by the banks of the river. And they floated by.