When you’re in front of me, walking, often I feel scared, as though you might suddenly take off at some incredible speed, leaving me behind.
Pulse feels as if it’s skipping beats. Hands and fingers pressed to wrist, neck, heart. Lit candles in the room flicker, and I am impressed.
A drink with my darling before she passes away.
Did I lose the love of my life? Did I lose the love of my life? Did I lose the love of my life? Did I lose the love of my life? Did I lose?
This has been the hardest time of my entire life.
Hired by Anomala to photograph facial surgery in b/w in Seattle tonight. Spilled a drink in the room, and it halted the procedure a bit.
Tucked under the blanket, face hidden beneath a pillow, arms and legs tired, dreams spinning. Anxiety foreshadows the reading of the will.
A simple, very distant view of the sea, of the depths of bright greens and dark blacks. Of the fishes per thousand.
The things you say via telephone are carefully timed out and those moments during which these calls are placed are also on a grid system.
Bodies of the dead horses were hauled out to the edge of the highway, out of view. I worked so hard that I had to sleep out with the horses.
Lacing up her dress, I notice the dates on the funeral notice are wrong again. I ask her if she’s called the printing company and she sighs.
Setting up for tonight’s reading of PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME at @dwellingspaces in Tulsa. 6:30pm, featuring backup sounds by @unwedsailor.