from Comfort Event
Aubade
I woke up rude on a lovely day and used a mortar and pestle
to grind down my last contact lens into a fine powder.
I washed my hair with avocados and potting soil, as per
the usual bullshit I get myself into when I can’t sleep.
I can only hope that your high regard for me remains intact
despite this evidence of my nighttime proclivities. In springtime
I ogle the knees, shoulders, and other bendy parts of young adults
in my neighborhood. I like their style, they seem secure with
the world falling apart. That red mark near my left eye is really
okay with people. My orthotics won’t stop squeaking and
I never get street harassed anymore, but my essential quality
remains. It’s what the French call je ne sais quois, combined
with what the Russians call nadryv, combined with what
the Spanish call duende, combined with what the English
call “g’day guv’ner!” I love that movie!