undercover

 

 

 

0° outside today

 

 

 

 

recluse

 

 

“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation”
~ Proust

 

looking forward to a little downtime
as a stormy weekend approaches

 

 

 

 

 

before the age of monstrosities

 

when a small comfortable home
was just enough

 

 

yard karma

 

July 3, 1971
driving my friend’s family’s Lincoln Continental
from Edgartown to Vineyard Haven
picked up few hitchhikers along the way
someone turned on the radio
to the news that Jim Morrison had died

 

 

erased

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there were signs
during the summer of 1968

she couldn’t remember my name