Kittens Eating Me for Breakfast

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life

Woke up humming the song Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.

How is that possible? I've seen Life of Brian once.

Life's a piece of shit

When you look a' it.

Tony Schwartz

The Listening Life.

Take a moment to listen.

Harry Belafonte, Paul Robeson, Dalton Trumbo, the Daisy ad.

How did I come to these ideas? 

Just from being human.

Insomnia

Couldn't sleep.

And wouldn't sleep.

White Pinwheels

(for jt)

I wake before dawn

and you are there

with me.

I say

Wait.

You say

Yes.

The drowsy air is soft.

Quiet.

Our breath covers our bodies,

and each leg

rests along the length of the other's.

The air blooms with white pinwheels

each one connected to another

and they turn,

twirl in all directions,

they look sharp

like sails

but they're not.

Do you see them?

Yes.

Do you feel the air

rush across our bodies

caressing our skin

our arms our toes?

Yes.

You cover me

like powder

like water

like a whisper of silk.

Your glory

wants

my glory

wants

—but the pinwheels—

we're floating in the petals

of the pinwheels.

No Side to Fall In

Still makes me happy. Still makes me laugh.

The song, I mean. Not the video.

Crooked

Tonight at dinner Timmy said, "Everything looks crooked."

I asked him to explain what he meant by crooked, and he held his hand out horizontally to show me. "Instead of being like this," he said, his hand level in midair, "they're like this." He tilted his hand at an angle. He looked around the room at all the horizontal lines: table edges, picture frames, windowsills.

I wonder if he can see a straight line. I can't see a line and tell if it's straight, so I have no way of knowing what he's seeing.