They’ve moved Johnny’s Jeep. I parked there in a hurry, but couldn’t stay there. It felt disrespectful. So I moved to another spot, then I went upstairs to look for a lost book. Then I got in the car again and stopped over here, to write.
Sometimes don’t you feel sorry then happy, then happy then sorry, then again, for the whole world?
The whole world is our front porch now and we never know what’s gonna happen to us, or next to us.
We are the third rock from the sun. Today I found a poem called “Women” by Adrienne Rich. Rich wrote this:
“My third sister is gazing.
at a dark-red crust spreading westward far out to sea
Her stockings are torn but she is beautiful.”