two golden bull cows: i keep looking at clocks and wondering if it's either still day or still night. all the lights of all his lights of all his all his lights, blind me. and love me. and bind me. and there are thoughts and impossible things to say. and more doctor visits. and pain killers that won't stop the pain. and he says, love, what can i do? while i try to find ways to start a fight. another bridge to burn and cross while it's still on fire. and he, my poor cat child, never did see me coming. i'll get us both killed.

there's this place across the street from the pedagogico that feels like "the neighborhood". ahmed and shushan took me there once a long time ago when i first found myself in santa clara. a farm. with a pretty lake surrounded by trees. we made friends with the farmer and he introduced us to his two bull cows. they walk side by side everyday, pulling this cart thing which make runs in the earth. one is always on the left, and the other on the right. when the farmer calls the name on the left, they both go left. when he calls the name on the right, they both go right. i just thought that was fucking golden.
posted by mira 11:09 am