tired_days kerry lately someone is always in town visiting or passing through this weekend it was one of my favorite people my mentor-turned-friend and her narrow-nosed partner a pair of poets they had a few hours to kill before their flight so alex and i met them in center city for lunch after hummus and beet salad at an israeli cafe we decided to kill time and pretend to be tourists over the weekend they’d found a little bakery in chinatown where they bought taro rolls when we were walking down race street it began to snow, so lightly it was like ash blowing in the breeze, and i wished i’d worn gloves and i thought about the daffodils at home at the bakery i got a tiny cup of coffee and a cheese croissant wrapped in wax paper he was recommending novels and correspondences, william maxwell, elizabeth bishop and robert lowell, and i told him stories about my arrogant english professors in college and after finally saying goodbye at the hotel, tight urgent hugs, i was sitting on a bench on the subway platform and realized i was exhausted, all of me—my mind and my body my skin was heavy like one of those jackets they put on you at the dentist to take an x-ray and if i fell to the floor i’d never be able to get up or care about anything again besides finding someplace soft to rest the walk from the station to the house was like trudging through snow and the house was so cold i turned up the heat and sat on the couch under a blanket, drank a cup of ginger tea and ate the cheese croissant, listened to the water gurgling in the baseboard heaters the croissant was delicious, soft and a bit flat, shiny with egg wash the sky was a flat pale gray some days are tired days where you can barely do anything besides open a book and wrap the blanket more tightly around you today is one of those days 220327 ... nr daily last-minute bookings and cancellations and changes and fun things in between and getting up super early and being delayed hours and waiting in the airport sweating in your mask and blathering 220327 ... raze just now, i feel like i could sleep forever, if only my life would let me. i wouldn't even care if i didn't dream. i would fall into nothing and never be found again. 240302 what's it to you? who go blather from