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Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks

—Christopher Citro

I’m doing a balancing act with a stack

of fresh fruit

in my basket. I love you. I want us

both to eat well.

We’re not allowed to buy blackberries

anymore

because they’re mean to their workers

and you

read left-wing news sites. Till when? I

asked and you

said nothing. So that’s one healthy

food off the list.

I’m still buying pineapples and you’re

still eating them.

I guess you’ve never seen the websites

about those.

Nobody in this supermarket knows

that I am a puma.

This morning our cat rolled on the

floor showing me

her belly which I leaned down and

rubbed.

Beneath a backyard pine tree the

neighbor’s cat

was eating one of our cat’s moles—at

least the moles

we rent from the landlord for her. It’s

so complicated

staying alive sometimes. The voices of

the collection

agencies on the answering machine

sound menacing.

They’re paid to sound that way and

they’re not paid

much more than the people they’re

menacing,

which can get you thinking if you’re

the sort of

person who likes to think about that

sort of thing.

Other people subscribe to adventure

cycling

magazines and read about men who

rode across

Turkey in the late 1800s before

anything was

happening in the world. Before

cantaloupes

probably existed. When you could get

an honest

wage for an honest day’s blackberries.

When we

loved like fierce mountain storms,

with the blood

of eagles in our hearts, exchanging

grocery lists

that just said you you you you all the

way down.

"i think that resting should be entirely selfish" like he changed my understanding of rest here. he removed my guilt of not doing enough. and reminded me of the phrase "in your own time" – jin on resting

There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

snowflakes in a book like flowers.