“You’re a bum. I pay $1000 a month in child support not counting rent, habits, hanging out. FACTS.”

3 Train savage to sweet old man playing clarinet for the joy of it

 

What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores
or hundreds of years between us?

•••

Whatever it is, it avails not—
distance avails not, and place avails not.

•••

From “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” in Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass (1855).

 

I’m sorry from
deeper part of my heart.

 Russian barista after over-pouring coffee

Straight hair happened over the weekend and it’s strange how much it made me feel like an old friend‚ a layer of myself, someone I’d recalled from years ago—