Mistakes I’ve Made

Abiding cold men.

That’s about it.

Patti

I can’t drag my ass up

to figure out what’s up, to dream big, to herald anything

of significance (who goes where? Who cares?),

to decipher weakness that culminates

in nothing but broken glass.

There’s no broken hearts; they come later.

It’s Christmas you think, shouldn’t we get along? For the sake of the season

since we ourselves can rarely find a reason.

It’s as good as any.

 I cannot do any more today than look at pictures of

Patti Smith and try to figure out how to get my

fire lit.

Jason’s Jellyfish tattoo