solstice moves more swiftly each year
(didn’t I just make a turkey)
sweet potato bourbon pie
darkness brings solace
(sunshine can be such a pressure
must do something outdoors, something really big)
I wish I was a bear
nuzzle my young in deep mammalian dreams
warm fur den of coverlets
goose down
canned summer peaches easy to reach over the sink
sleep eat a few sets of sit-ups, a brisk walk sleep eat
This article appears in Glasnost.
