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The vertical city. The vast & underutilized space under I-95 (preferably at night, when the artificial light is brighter than day). The colors of the 24 houses on our side of the block, the other side is boring. The surface of an oyster shell. Thawing & the four seasons. Night then day. The restorative process of doing the dishes especially when given the opportunity to revisit your own cooking process.

so here i am with mom riding above the freeways she can’t believe in having left road haven for this now steady climb out of the desert on a trip we talked about with dad but never took for so many reasons
& here we detoured down a washboard road to buy bells neither of us can resist because dad needs something to ring when he’s in the backyard
& here a mountain looks just like a bell big enough its echo could dust the landscape red again & here we turn a corner & it’s just another rock formation

So here I am on a Friday drawing a map of our Sunday on the ring of Kerry while sitting 360 km away under some fruiting holly in iveagh gardens on our last day of vacation 4 hours before I’ll feel the effects of a stomach virus I’ll still be recovering from at home 3150 miles away on a Sunday while writing this down

a green t-shirt to my left
somewhere
a defined beef jerky smell
rugby striped

Waiting on this platform for three years I’ve watched your building grow
Tonight
One thousand fifty-eight days later it looks like they’re finishing up
There’s paint