patch the hole

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it’s cool and wintry out there, cloudy skies and periodic rain — deliciously dark, the kind of weather where you stay inside and bead. still part of the rainy season with cool nights, which is quite all right with me 🖤 a new year. nothing feels new. i’m still on the same chair with the same tools. the only difference is the cold. got a sad message about when i think queer teens needing more help. “not soon,” i answer. “soon is when we’re all fucked. but i hope.” that’s the truth. candy elle left a voicemail about a shoot. her voice cracked a little. we’re all tired. writersgroup asked me what turns me on. i said “actually getting some.” it felt honest. my beads this month are mostly dark colors. the venetian seed beads look purple and yellow like bruises. i like them. phyllis chewed a hole in her tunnel. i patched it with cardboard and hemp burlap. that’s life! patch the hole, keep movin.

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