Soaking dirty pot in the left side of the deep sink

what systems are in place ? do you care for them?

I like to be alone too, I have plenty of my own voices without others in my ear.

there are a few I listen to even when I’d rather be with my own noise.

I am passive, in my head as the tall grass in the field bends with the wind no punches thrown

there is a character that creates while never forming itself

except in the rear view mirror on the high bridge over the Duwamish heading west

there I have seen it twice. the first time when dada died right at that moment, I learned from the phone only 10 minutes away.

the second, it was raining and I should not have been driving, almost caught looking backwards to the end.

that month of trading paper our hands not sorting yet. back and forth loose intensity shaking the dust then finding more to tumble with

how far away is that now, other than in months.

my collection of blank postcards and the forever stamps my mom gave me in 2010 will meet soon and maybe something will come of it.