we could talk forever
next time, we dance
biking back to school, i coughed up a bright yellow solid loogy into my hand
it's been two weeks
i can't believe i am still coughing with so much wind in my lungs and loogies galore
this morning i woke up with a solid dream
my elder bill and i talking, calm and comfortable
he asks me when i will return to see him and another elder, as i am leaving
i say, maybe between 1-4 years?
he says, we're dying you know
come back
i thought about that dream my whole ride down the mountain
been thinking about death lots lately
i am grateful for death and life
next time the moon is full again, regardless of weather, i will climb up some high area and howl at the moon
and laugh with wild abandon at how nicely the cold wind pulls at all the 700 trillion cells dancing in my body
