my head aches

Working the day shift has shifted my entire schedule, and I just feel out of it. Like I can't get anything done that I need or want to. Sigh. I want this week over... Think I'll turn down my machine for a few hours, take a nap underneath my desk and finish some letters. Write a grocery list. I'm tired of dealing with the remote office and their incessant demands. Maybe I can write more interesting things later.

no greater moment

drifting sound, leaves and air outside your window, behind our heads. sometimes I want to kick off my shoes and curl up on your futon, lay my head on your knee and talk all night long while we hold our glasses, the ones like mine like yours. there is no greater touch, no greater moment. in you are narrative photographs wrapped in strands of wire, american sunlight, faded velvet earth tones and glints like silver. I want to see with pale green eyes, starshine bright, the comet and the midday sun, into my arms. your smile makes me spin, joyful.