Sickness + Digging

Been down with a cold for the last few days. The effort to do anything feels like a grunting throw needs to be behind it. The house continues to need more and more attention. Even sitting up to write this my body feels not fully aware of the effort, disconnected. It’s soup season, the season calls for soup, Kat answers that call. Her large cauldron constantly on the stove brewing. Louise Gluck died, naturally her work is everywhere I look. Her book Theories and Proofs really helped me restart my writing journey and add fuel to the tank for me to keep writing.

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When I try to tell you a story to put you to sleep but you only ask questions. The story begins, you are digging in the dirt and then you want to know if you have a shovel. You do not. As you dig the clumps of dirt get wet and cold and you want to know the last time the rain came. Three days ago. The leaf cover keeps the ground moist.