Ahh she...Like lipstick and charcoal only human. Burned but still smouldering she seems to bite off the ends of conversation with inhuman teeth somewhere outside of both of us. I can say I felt clean when I walked into the house. You held the bottle of wine for dinner and I held myself like a bowl of water. I wasn't sure how gingerly to step but I knew that if anything I could watch you being snipped and sewn and hemmed and heartened over any substance offered almost. I can't write everything down once it becomes poetry it is because the depths of my feeling and experience are mine alone. This is the beauty of my excavations. Only Rula would grab my hand, hold it, and show me the heavy metal drill sculpture's on button. Digest that. Digest childhood feeling toward God. Digest. chiles relleno. Digest her entire family name. Arbaoon kusrhim alhiyamm. Their castles of tents. Digest warmth and alcohol. I woke with my liver feeling itself loudly. It was a pressure the size of one football. We had eaten an entire sweet perfect pizza with cold mugs of yuengling at Maria's in Hamilton, watching the Raven's game apparently but really we were just enjoying the pizza and Joe's memories of Towson state. Trying to slip that film into my mind I remember that I can't quite remember the whole story names and all...my liver really wanted peace...I have finally bought the amino acids I require to filter industrial toxins and I have the source of life powder. SOmetimes it seems like over nutrition is a possibility. I am not sure how much these aminos will do for my liver. Once I get health insurance I will have someone test liver function. Liver function tests for...you know...bilirubin(broken down blood cell excess) and albumin(proteins) and other indications of liver distress(mostly excess enzymes of sorts) I will sort this out slowly but see the link to liver function. Okay. I am a bit sluggish today due to...a big plate of life. I ate a bowl of yellow peppers with Braggs Amino soy, broccoli and brown rice...a pbj and banana on cinn raisen bagel. One coffee and two teas. One water. I need more liquids I suppose. Okay. I suppose I must go. I want to say everything. The talks and the meetings and the classes and the everything but the black keys are sucking my fingers in to a tight wrist and I feel a kiss calling me back up to Baltimore....
To the work that brings me to stop just short of the raw...sore edge so I can keep my secrets and my memories alive...
