life – Page 2 – Skeleton At The Feast

A Year Since Last Summer

This morning I sit on the balcony and lose track of time. If I’m not careful, I lose a whole year.

The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.

“My dear, I can’t stay – you have a disease, I’m afraid…”

What sort of tool do you craft out of nothing?

My roommates have developed a catch phrase – or perhaps the beginnings of a new vernacular; it is hard to tell.

You hold the gift of “do no harm”…

What does it mean to complete your work? Or rather – what does it mean to undertake your work, when you are aware that it may remain incomplete?

I like nothing so much as that for which I’m not looking.

This morning I got a surprise. I thought I was getting a melon. Due to the early hour, I confused the two.

Today – quarantine notwithstanding – you have a guest.