sick day

i have been losing the fight against gravity for several days now,
magnetized to the iron in my bed frame
chasing sleep, who wants nothing to do with me.
words circle my head
recycled, repetitive, a fountain of unoriginal thought,
a special kind of hell

a friend told me i should be moving on
where "moving on" = dating again
i fail to see the forward motion implied in
entering another binding relationship
when it was specifically the bondage that drove me from my previous one

why is coupling considered progress?
what is progress in life, anyway?
we talk as if there are correct, known vectors, when really there is only
aging, which happens no matter what i choose to do.

i seem to be moving side to side
not aiming towards any direction, but paddling furiously to simply stay
afloat.

OOJ: South Broadway Cultural Center

"Freedom Flush" by Eric J. Garcia

South Broadway Cultural Center never fails to supply me with OOJs. This month's free exhibit, "The Bomb", features local ABQ art from the past 10 years (runs through 2/28/15), such as this one. "Freedom Flush" is painted on a Kohler toilet specifically made for the prison system.

SBCC is also dear to me because it houses my nearest public library. Today I went to pick up one book on hold and ended up bringing these titles home as well:

Sobriety: A Graphic Novel

Lonely Planet's Instant Expert: A Visual Guide to the Skills You've Always Wanted (includes chapters like "How to Be An Emergency Dentist")

The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression

The Elements of Resume Style: Essential Rules for Writing Resumes and Cover Letters That Work

Susan Point: Works on Paper (see image below)

from www.burkemuseum.org

OOJ: Full Moon Rising

view from CVS parking lot on Coors, ABQ