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It isn’t me,
but there’s a face here that smiles
some cheeks curved and a little achy,
if I really take a moment to feel them.
Feet in sneakers on the floor
salt drying on arms and
damp under the arms
from walking in the hot
Texas after-dark.
Eighty degrees at 10:34
and a hand comes up to scratch behind that shoulder
and dogs bark somewhere on the block.
The sound of the air conditioner’s fan
and keys rhythmically clacking under fingers
and fingernails
and
when I do LI all day
my words become like Teflon,
like my sister once said I was,
when it came to the family.
I’ll have a snack,
feed the smiling face,
rest,
and perhaps lie around,
smiling or not,
happy, if I may say so,
even though it isn’t really me.
Any more than the light spin of the ceiling fan
and the air in the room it’s turning through.
Not me at all and also totally me
and it’s been said before
and could almost be called trite,
or not almost, but intently,
and also so sweetly,
and the bottoms of my feet
feel the pressure of having walked,
and I am ready to rest.

Having been to see Patti tonight
and seeing my face drawn in the post below
and smelling Patchouli on my neck
where I’d prefer to be kissed,
and he will come back. Probably sooner than I think.
To see Tony and JD and Lenny and the hottie on guitar —
sounding and looking and feeling like old family —
and some independence about being there at all. How can I say?
I got to deeply hug some people I deeply love and to tell them
to their eyes, to their hearts!
It’s like Church. It’s like some way to plug in and light up and share love.
I haven’t been to a full on Patti Rock and Roll band show in, gosh, eight years? I’m getting sleepy now, but, gosh, what was that magic?
Giraffe showing up and having the beautiful spot to be in and Donna showing up right there with us in that same spot and we just all got to be together. I’m so moved by the beauty of all of it. The light in everyone’s eyes! The mystical magical indescribable aliveness and light.
I know I’m not the only one up late tonight writing about this.