Sunday, January 25, 2009
consume the short moments
...today is sunday. coffee fried eggs a spoonful of chorizo salsa verde refried beans a little mayonnaise on warmed tortillas blueberry juice...i am writing a little before heading into work at the library. gera is lost in his workshop early before heading to sell at the flea market. the morning is sunlessly warm. i am thinking about the pine trees in crockett, texas and the way old people used to catch hummingbirds: douse the suckles with liquor. it must have felt like catching god in their hands.