i won’t be able to see the transit of venus today. even though there are breaks in the clouds, they are too persistent. or i am too impatient. like many writers/poets, i imagine it will make its way into a poem. but for me, that won’t happen today. how about i commit to writing it sometime between now and when the celestial event comes ’round again in about 117 years?
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today was the first pick-up for the Roxbury CSA. i’m splitting a share with a woman i didn’t know before the farm matched us up. we received radishes, turnip, red leaf lettuce, kale, broccoli rabe, kohlrabi, tatsoi, cilantro and yellow squash. i don’t know what to do with all of it, but i know enough to tell that they are blessings. not only how they were grown and cared for, but also the community mechanism for getting them to my table. and if i do my job and enjoy them, i know they’ll help me care for my body. it just feels good.
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i pulled away over the weekend when my boyfriend tugged a little at the collar of my sweater. when my ex used to do something like that it was to point out a blemish on my skin or a fault with my clothes. it always felt like some sort of inspection that i was failing, and i learned to recoil. since we haven’t been living together, it hasn’t happened in ages, and yet i reacted the same way. an instinct. but as it turned out, the BF was moving my collar so he could kiss the back of my neck.
this new world has a new set of rules, i guess. not all my old defenses are going to be necessary. even the good things take some getting used to.