I am glad / you are so small,

but your rage / haunts my dreams.

Still safe, still well — such is the drumbeat of my days; an exercise in daily gratitude for what I have and who I have in my life.

Sad, tired, angry — all the time, because how else could one feel, faced with mounting deaths and impressive institutional incompetence and endless, petty cruelty?

Finding joy — in books, in notes from friends, in bike rides,…

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