Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; & so shameful to have none!

have we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins. how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone,

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle 

of a cough and i fart.

time for our medication—
let's set our hearts to rhythm,
let's lower our blood pressure.

slower, you look good today, would you like to go to the bathroom?
feet spread, firm; lean forward, push the chair's arms;
‘nose over toes.’ there you go, now slowly.