my eyes turn grey as the weather seeps into my bones. i eat some habaneros, ginger, garlic, morenga, and root of turmeric and read Another Day in the Death of America. we're in a slow harrowing saga like a kelly reichardt film that un-spools endlessly. also we're in a world where black elk still speaks and the indigenous survive. i survive the slaughter of the turkeys in order to read the new black elk biography and watch the charming marguerite. 
the carnage of the indigenous, the carnage of the gun culture, and lovely lovely sweet marguerite. o great spirit, i honor you.