the dragonflies were everywhere today, the water was calm and silky and the air alive with wings. copp is so attentive and sweet and makes me feel like a good person. which may be illusory but it feels right nonetheless. he knows the best me.

mister snagglepuss. glorious water. thousands running a race beside it, and i think, why are you racing hard, why are you not waterborne?

pow!

powa in the brain.

i saw cherry blossoms, by doris dorie, and fell in love again. now i'm reading a redacted memoir by one of our sad prisoners jailed without charge and tortured for fifteen years in the guantanamo the liar obomba promised to close eight years ago.