10 New Walks

Yesterday I was feeling booooored and uninspired, so Amy suggested a nighttime walk. We went for a walk down Kelly Drive, so pretty and romantic at night, streetlights reflecting on the river, Strawberry Mansion Bridge all lit up blues and purples. So, being listy, I decided we should do 10 new walks by the end of summer. It’s given me such a nice jolt of energy.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been stuck in a narcissistic oubliette on and off, and I think I’m ready to get out:

I called the stay-at-home poet time that followed the last job my lacuna—a nice little gap to heal and get to knew myself in. Well, call the lacuna OVER—I am so ready to go back out into the world, to start looking at people’s faces more and re-meet my teacher self. There isn’t much school-year stuff to apply for yet, but what I have so far is promising.

I’m also working on a collection of love poems called something like “Adventures of a Lazy Polyamorist,” and I’m really excited about it. I’d like to get a little more comfortable with my affections and attractions, because fighting them is, frankly, exhausting.