The happy place

today was warm, the elderly suffering, ofttimes there’s no AC, and the fans used instead to cool them are blowing all of the bacteria mucus and viruses straight into their faces. I saw that on the news.

But some other people lay at the beach, sweating like pork chops, then dipping themselves every once in a while in the clear water which is pure enough for all sorts of special fishes.

And on the same planet, even in the same little town, I am too.

Making rhubarb pie. Something about rhubarb is unhealthy I think for the kidneys, but for me — having a tinge of darkness churning deep within — it’s part of the charm.

And I dug the soil and with my bare hands I harvested the potatoes with their tender, demon red skins.

Life, I don’t even pretend to understand what’s going on

Fascinating and frightening like a yin yang