in light like this

there is the frustrated and pissed off cleaning
and there is the grounded deepbreath kind of cleaning
i tell jen leaning against the counter
this was the grounded kind
slow and methodic
channeling solé and dezi
who have taught me
one kind way to be a guest
is to leave the space cleaner than you found it
and do so
with deep breaths

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a day for flinging doors and windows open
to allow the heat to enter
the smell is reminiscent of portland spring
the body learns to let go in light like this

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empty house at sunset
i face west on the couch
while the sky oranges, pinks, and golds against blue
without getting up to turn on a light until the entire room is dark
the satisfaction of watching/waiting/not moving

(it was not an uncommon occurrence as a kid/young adult for my mom or sister to walk by my room as the sun was dipping down and say something to me about turning on the light/hurting my eyes in the halfdark [quite often i was reading] and flipping the light on for me. part of the game/pleasure was to /operate/see for long as i could before giving in to the lightswitch.)