I.
Just under a year ago, I sung Happy Birthday into a recording device for a person who didn't want to talk to me. It was recorded just after midnight- marking the beginning of their birthday. She asked me for it at some point soon after, when she was talking to me again. I didn't send it. I still have the recording. I don't know why.
II.
Last week, the community stood up to a bully who somehow thought it appropriate to be on a panel for the local independent music radio station about 'how to create safer spaces in music'. She got pulled from the panel. Victories and validation happen in small, but profound places.
III.
Today I sprawled across the fake lawn of a perk that is always overpopulated on sunny days with a beautiful heart. We talked about disguises and different moments of hiding from the police. While she told me about sitting very still at night as a search light ran over and past her body, I studied the complexity of color within her eyes that only the sun can reveal.
(pause)
Time is a strange one.
There are cyclical structures that serve to measure and haunt.
Make sure that the ghosts you pluck from that universal web around us all
are those you want
to dwell within you.
be well; be loved,
k.
(image: a book and fresh flowers made and sent to me not quite five years ago)
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