a few from last week

a few from last week... the beginning of the project


monday
On the way to the mailbox
I walked down the hill from my house
To where the roads mesh into one and I am always afraid I will get blindsided
where the language of the signs changes
And the shops are light brightly but softly from within
Smelling of incense and laugher as I pass
I watched two men carry a covered crate out of their car and onto the street
While three men stood aside to watch
I knew it was a rooster
Because of the secret look in their eyes
And the care with which they lifted it.

tuesday
Today was non stop madness
I composed you a poem in my head and forgot it
That is how crazy it was
I think I called 20 people I have never met today
And asked them all for favors
My office was a coffee shop
I was high off caffeine shaking and typing madly
Typing that you are a beautiful spoken story told from you to me and then from me to my inner heart. before you become a written one. before i try and translate you into words my mind understands.
jumping off splashing in and ... the day.


wed
Yesterday which I am a day late to write about
Was a mess of missplanning on parts that were not my own
And I kept noticing little striking things about los angeles
The editor’s huge gold ring
How I wanted to just write about the blues and whites of the bathroom tiles
This massive city
And what I noticed yesterday was how uncomfortable I felt when I was driving
And saw people out of their cars at night
Sitting and talking on the side of the road
Because they were not protected
On these streets where bodies are so fragile.