because what’s a motivation or an intention but one more indecipherable cloud? the sky on the other hand doesn’t need any interpreting, it sings blue blue blue like the tolling of a bell.

underneath the upturned bowl of the sky i feel generous, today i want everyone to get what they want, even this wasp who is slowly walking across my upper thigh, i’m ready to let her embroider my skin with her needle. can you believe i’ve never been stung? admitting it feels like a curse.

oh yes let everybody get what they want today, especially the ones who don’t know what that is or how to say it. yes, yes — under this blue sky, in this wasp’s name forever and ever amen.