I wrote this at the jazz open mic last night.

I see, I hear, I learn, I
bend myself in pretzel knots and
unfold my mind longhand

I traded the fire and brandy autumn leaves
for you and instead we squeeze every drop
of juice we can from this town with gusto and
verve.

I might die tomorrow as my hand cramps and
my heart races in time with the drums in the
gallery, but in this moment, I couldn’t be
happie…