I mean, a body inside a body, we’re all in bodies, sort of, no that’s too Cartesian
Inside/outside bodies doing stuff
I’m watching a 7 week old baby today, and I spilled a little of the milk on myself when I was feeding her, and, like, my friend produced this milk inside her body! And <2 months ago this tiny human was still inside a body too!
Omg just bc you’re “soul searching” doesn’t mean it’s cute to be crying at 1am in a hotel room where you’re sleeping with a coworker
(Let’s be clear this is a second person sentence) (the you here is me) (if she were crying that would be okay maybe a little weird)
body stories 1-4
1. my mom doesn’t remember the time i told her [redacted redacted] but yesterday when i told her i bought new sneakers she said, you have flat feet, i hope they have enough support. i didn’t even know i have flat feet.
2. i squatted and picked up a heavy thing this morning and it gave me like, a literal feeling of euphoria, that never happened before, i mean “exercise” is good for your “brain chemistry” and i believe this it but this, i almost wept, . michael, on that last squat, i said and he got a worried look on his face— it gave me a wave of full body joy. like, i felt ecstatic. oh that’s cool, i thought you were going to say you hurt yourself.
3. last night one of the children started crying in the dark about zombies and i picked him up and his heart was racing so, so fast. why don’t i have one of those, a kid i mean
4. i’m at a conference and i only brought one shoes and one pants and it rained hard so i had to blowdry them in the swank hotel bathroom!
hey gainesville, i’m teaching a writing class this summer, message me for details
if you went to a writing thing where you felt alienated and weird, and someone made a joke about anarchists (how many anarchists does it take to change a lightbulb/anarchists never change anything) and nobody laughed
is the anarchy joke a thing you could write a thank you note for
3 weeks to a month later
that feeling when the most you can do is so small and inadequate
a group of babes is called a glitterstorm
an enchantment, a brood, a brace of babes
an exaltation, a mischief, a nest.
whenever/wherever there is one babe, there is babe church. but we need gatherings, of all kinds.
This babe speaks truth
video— attempting to upload— jess reading from ‘morse code for modern hostages’; kristen reading from ‘notes for an obsessive compulsive text’
video link here, that only took a couple hours
BONUS weird neck angle and muted coughing