beautiful mid night

so we sat, sucking back warm air and listened to the sprinklers turn on in the dark.

eating honey by the spoonful, and getting emails from Dad, Re: Court Solutions. sweet tooth, toothache.

beautiful morning, too. eating ripe grapefruits in the street, juice dripping down my forearm, i'm licking my fingers, that man is watching me from inside his house.

and now, the testings of life - Monet and Manet, Auguste and Gustave, Luncheons and Boulevards, and patches of skies like tufts of cotton candy, waking me up and bringing me home. or am I still dreaming.

one day the nights will slow down (no they won't)

i'm exhausted, but i'd rather feel this than be numb