Honey Badger Cafe with Alexis, Brinca and Grace. It was quite the enjoyable experience.  
Spicy Chipotle Beef + Ham & Potato Soup upgrade - $7, pretty yummy!
Ski something Soda (I can’t remember the name) - $2.25, pretty yummy too! 
Brinca got their milk tea which is 2.95 and said she didn’t like it.   


You must be out of your god damned mind if you think
The president is gonna bring the nation to the brink
Of meddling in the middle of a military mess
A game of chess where France is queen and kingless
We signed a treaty with a king whose head is now in a basket
Would you like to take it out and ask it?
Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?
Uh, do whatever you want, I’m super dead

–Cabinet Battle #2, Hamilton [photo credit: Joan Marcus]



our lost silence
crouches on cool sand
in the lower inlet
rushing blood heats
unearthed hands

unafraid in the dark
in the junctures of limbs
slick with seafoam need
we are strangers equal
to discovery

the sea is a familiar
the sea speaks only of itself


in the darkness
of brush rustle
of bird-cry settling
we seek out the brink
of giving up return

to a world inflicting light
upon itself


our joint cravings
lapsed indecisions
fateless escapes
make love as the water
grinds glass into a sheet –
the last rubbing of us


a high cry –
in concentric circles
the water grows more lustrous
than the satellite
we lie under
deeper than the dead
we last
eating dune roses
until the sea is a wall
and I take you up against it


that restless bird –
where light dyes pathways
I tear out your heart
and hand you mine
still beating
in defiance


your silvery shocks
never arrest,
still clenching
sea changes
under my fingers
the shells of your lives
the hiss of the moon

the petals of your blissful
abandonment of subterfuge –

I’ll be there for your birth
I’ll give way for your funeral
I’ll miss your wedding –
arched back in waves too cold
eyes closed
a fin for an arm
an ending for your finds

washed up
we are


still breathing
against glass silence

for the last drawing of us