THE STARS HERE AT THE FARM
November 26, 2012
THE STARS: What’s it like being mammal.
FARMER: There’s a brown goat I love I put some hay down in the corner of the barn for a bed I take a pot from the kitchen fill it with cold water put it near her bed I turn the lights on so she can see more clearly where I’ve flattened the hay with the weight of my body and made it warm, she’s just so incredible to be around.
LATER: I prayed for the first time in 18 months.
BROWN GOAT: In my vocabulary, a farmer is someone you nuzzle after eating apple blossoms for the better part of an afternoon.
LATER: I will pray for someone else’s health. I will also pray for my own health. I will say that I am, above all, very grateful for my blessings which are not of my own devising.
SHE’S JUST SO INCREDIBLE TO BE AROUND: I can’t tire out the seasons. Oh yes you can with a little yellow and some blue you pretty much can.
LATER: I can’t remember the last time I was truly pierced by the thought of a loved one dying not actually being in the world anymore. It makes me—frankly—very upset when the thought re-emerges.
FARMER: It betters me.
MAMMAL: I want only to endure
THE WEIGHT OF MY BODY: There are 1000 luna moths alighted on my heart this very second.
THE STARS: We like you fine, handsome circle. We will touch you.
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