i'll pace myself, and be calm today. 
we walk slowly around a long block. we see friends, and one furtive enemy, but she's not 
an enemy, she's passive, and disengaged, mumbling just audibly, enough to hear, and not 
to care, to her neighbor, our friend, some nothingness, some puff, some inconsequentiality, 
of boxwood bushes and pee. 
a bud under my tongue, two droppers of whole hemp, liquid magnesium and the love of mister, who at the moment brings me his orange bone. 
my tooth is loose, making it difficult to chew, so i may fast slowly today. 
i saw these figures under the train tracks and thought of ghost silhouettes, 
standing, watching the passing, some silent song, some mute appeal, attending, 
coming quietly from the periphery of unfocused eyes, going within, passing among. 
i thought of the invisible ones, of secret affinity, with us in the slow emergency.