I know I know I know I know I know

I know that all the sugar plum visions are wrapping against the pads of your fingers

I know it happens to be that instant of the calendar where the globe forces you to consider

The breaks and glitters and cracks and hikes of the most recent past

And with that comes a lofty to do list

Loft like those Wicker Park cheese cubes I remember eating when I still wore pink dresses

When I valued things like survival

And water supply

Looking back at the past ten years I realize an internal platonic shift from

So glad I didn't die last night

To let me get a look through that telescope please

I seem to be disenchanted with the reflection

I seem to feel the plates in my back expanding

I seem to keep depression at bay with a diet low in dairy and very high in food

Just keep eating

Never stop

Blend everything together with chocolate powders and do some mild stretching

Barely break a sweat and don't bother to take your socks off

Socks are key this time of year

Lambs wool

Lama's breath

Spider lips

Bundle up and turn it on

Keep those tiny embroidered daisies around your ankles and forget what you were talking about

I'm a writer!

I can tell because every time I go to the Grind I run into six people I know through the work

Through the business of salads and words and hugs and hanging lights

Have to settle my tab,

Skin & Toast