Why?

Is Mercury in retrograde again?

I keep calling and calling a certain phone number; it keeps being busy. I was just connected … had to go, asked if I could call back in a few minutes, the answer was yes, and now … busy busy busy, 10 tries so far. Sigh. Then yesterday I got a private note from someone. Just the diary name signature, you know. So I click on it, figuring okay, this person wants me to see something. Apparently what the person wanted me to see was that I was blocked. Sort of peculiar; not much has ever passed between us, so I don’t know why I should be blocked; nonetheless, I am. So I have blocked that diarist from here. Just because it feels somehow indecent to remain open to someone who has blocked me.

I am feeling rather splendiferous in the quitting department. At the moment I am trying life without any patch on. I’m thinking that I still need to wear it; they seem to know what they’re talking about when they map out the timing on these things. Still, it’s kind of nifty that I’ve been almost two hours with not even a 7 mg patch on my skin.

Have a happy day; finally there was a ring! I get to hear my favorite voice; isn’t that grand?

Riding

Unrecognized
I view familiar folks
protected by a scrim
under the radar of their recall
short man full mustache
all his hair gray and he’s got
extremely short bangs
see him so often
and Pat who lived with Larry
her thin face
widening in other places

Not knowing
he and I remain unobligated
she and I evade any duty
that might be construed between us
Larry being gone for years

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Boy on the bus

Blend
face of an angel
with all the indications of a day
filled with outdoor energy
he has a friend who is younger
so he tells the mother of a child
who is five and his friend looks
just like her and
she (five and on this bus)
cannot stay away from this paragon
of dirty angelic beauty

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Your call

Breathe into your toes.
That’s right, all the way in, down.
Feel air filling their very tips.

Empty yourself slowly and completely.

Repeat.

There is sanctuary for you.
It’s right here, sheltered behind breasts that long for one certain touch.
A feather.
All for if, when you would have it.

Just as long as no one tags a label on it.
No well defined terminology.
Never shall a role be assigned.

Breathe.
Just do it.
All the way in.
All the way out.

Puff.
Blink.
All?
Or nothing.

Now I lay me down to …

Hush.

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I know
because all the way up Allen Street
dusty slender trees are dressed
in delicate lace of green buds
near Delancey Street a couple decorated
in gray and red plastic
wind flown into and now from
their eerie gnarled branches

I’ll still be going
but how and where
will be revealed
on First Avenue the leaves are larger
you see
like so many aspects of life
for the most part fuller
and I’m finding out how it feels