What a Difference a Day Makes

From time to time you are given things by the world that are valuable. It's important to recognize and give thanks for these gifts, and to learn from them.

My life in the past two months: all gifts.

The kind of time when you keep waiting for the other boot to drop. Then the third, fourth, fifth boot. (This is an allusion—possibly also an illusion.)

I want to be the boy who is less cryptic but still something beautiful and meaningful. I think things laden with meaning are glamourous. I look for mulitplicity in all things. Let's be more multiple, I've urged. More is better than none. None is better than just enough to make you even thirstier than you were when you began.


  1. You know, I've been experiencing some of this myself. And writing cryptic blogs. Because at a certain point, you realize people are actually reading and that's scary because you may say something that fucks everything up.

    I do enough of that in my poems.

  2. Yes, yes, and yes.

    --the queen of fuck-ups