first days in my new batcave. cooking, reading the human stain & crying. from happiness, from loss, from tenderness & the tunes on the radio reminding me how far i am from home,
from the lonely road & the misunderstandings, for my confused 20-yr-old self and friends lost along the way & also from gratitude that i made it. that i'm free again,
in one piece, with a roof over my head and because like philip roth says, you can't know anything. Intention? Motive? Consequence? Meaning? All that we don't know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.