I don’t even have words for how crazy and difficult these days are. Guns and floods and death, and then life.
Tonight begins the holiday of Sukkoth. It lasts for seven days. We build a home outside our home, to celebrate shelter while we wander, and harvest, and we eat our meals together. We continue to celebrate that there is harvest, and that we each do what we can to make a home.
A home is people, people we love. One of the people I love the most is a neighbor named Delores. I have written many poems for Delores.
of my favorite people ever
a bar in Harlem cleaned houses
raised children many friends lives
a life wherever she is lives
a mobile home in upstate New York
invites us all in Delores
doesn’t mind her missing body parts
ok about aging and various diseases she
enjoys her doctors some good looking
Delores looked beautiful at dinner
new silver shoes she said sometimes
I don’t feel all that good
I wake up to birds