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  • Cold this morning in Berkeley. 34 degrees when i woke up. pinned down by kittens.

    ...When kittens pin you to the mattresses, purring like the best Oxycontin, you can't think too hard. If you do, you'll start thinking your arm is trapped, YOU are trapped!, TRAPPED! ...then you gotta pee. natch.

    ...if you've been owned by cats you know this already. moving on...

    The cup. that cup. on my front porch. 8am. for Christmas/Channa-kuh, I got myself and Esther (Pooh) matching teacups and bowls. We live far from each other. Sure we share a timezone, that's better than it used to be - but she's in LA where sidewalk brunch cutlery always burns - and I'm here in Lotus-Eater-Land, knowing what farms my roast chickens come from.

    I miss her. my Esther. My Pooh. all the time. so, nu, the cups. because we are always together. when i drink my coffee in that cup i always think of her.

    and love. and how many different kinds of love there is. and how great it is to recognize it. acknowledge it. and for me, when i love someone it's like having brown eyes. being left-handed. it just Is.

    sometimes Love transmutes. romantic love can do that. the zowie heat ebbs, of course. it's about staying awake. and linked. and curious. when the flames are embers, you got a good foundation underneath.

    same goes for friends. family. BFFs/besties, alla them. You gotta stay connected. Awake. talking. talking even when you'd rather bury it.

    it's like the lady in Flashdance said.
    "Yuh lose yah dreams?...... Yuh die."

    Pooh, I'm glad we're both still here. And awake. te amo.
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