walked out into the yard last night to escape the heat inside the house. was looking at the moon and mars. didn’t see that one of the black cats had planted his bottom just in front of my feet in the dark. took a step forward and nearly fell on my face. he cried to be picked up so i obeyed. a moment later i heard rustling just behind me and thought it was the other of the black beasts. without looking i knelt down and stretched my hand out. but there was no familiar head bumping my palm, just a very wary juvenile opossum scuttling by a few feet from me.
went for a night walk tonight. haven’t done that in a spell. too hot indoors. outside albizia is blooming. and honeysuckle. datura by the train tracks. all beautifully fragrant. walked into the woods. stood in the moonlight and listened to a barn owl screech down from the darkness and grab up its furry intended. then the sounds of death. when i walked back through town a very talkative black cat jumped from its porch and accompanied me a ways until i consented to scratch behind its ears. a man on a moped nearly ran me over. i ate plums in the dark. stole a bundle of sweet marjoram stalks frowzy with spent flowers. listened to cicadas and crickets. murmured conversation coming from a candlelit porch, “your best move is to say no. stop giving in.” and then guarded silence as i passed.
went with a friend i hadn’t seen in ages to a beach i hadn’t visited in ages. ate fish and talked about art. laughed harder than i have laughed in a very long time while at the same time wanting to cry for him.
installed a new window in my dad’s cabin. it was hot as hell and the wasps wouldn’t stop trying to drink my sweat. saw a bobcat. buried my nose in vanilla-scented milkweed blossoms. sucked some sumac berries. there are more of them this year than i’ve ever seen. so sour that just thinking of them makes my tongue tingle and my mouth flood. i love them even if they have an aftertaste of odor of boxelder bug.