
Re-visiting Still Life with Woodpecker because the blackberries, trout teeth rain, UW cheerleaders, etc. have a bit more context here, but I'm realizing as I'm reading on buses or with my legs over the back of couches that the novelty of 'here' is quickly wearing off, which is a relief, yes, but it is also terrifying because of the mad binges and crashes, the staring out of windows, the unhealthy elation turned moping, the oft' playing of 'California Love,' the honest excitement of getting out of bed to a thunder/sleet/cinder block storm, the vodka sodas, the fear of driving, the insatiable longing and curiosity of people both known and new - how will justify any of it if not by my soon-to-be spurious 'transitional period?'
Yum.

