fresh and clean after a mud walk
and a bubble bath.
the sofa and a movie in front of the fire beckons.
in my dream this morning my life
poof! gone with no trace. no forwarding address. i was left curled up in a little ball of anguish sobbing some where in south korea.
now i think of it. that actually did happen. i felt something like
that when i moved to south korea. not quite so end of the world terrible but close. packing all your shit and moving someplace you’ve never seen and getting there and hating it more than anything. that’s pretty bad
but in the end. i wound up with Tearful.
and frenchy pectoralis.
life ain’t all bad.