Foundations

Four is a tribonacci number, being born of three. Once one sword is drawn another appears in infinite infinitum, tangles of repeat so severe scissors can’t figure.

Marbles in the back of my neck this morning after a night chockful of roll around dreaming, what began with beautiful swimming’s at the point where a river beach meets an ocean beach, me hanging on your neck, you a strong alligator pumping us through the high-tides.

But after returning to sleep I am encountering quite different scenarios, meeting the people with golden-strawed halo’s, those who meant most from your past, a friend who is now dead, killed on a ten speed, a severe cliff off the side of a skinny trail littered with rocks to trip on, you teetering without care, and then a cold hotel room in which I have to figure out the thermostat, am getting ready to tell your ex about how Mary, the bag-hag hurt me so, you sharing our own experiences with the braided bracelets of childhood, entirely devoid of charm.

After waking, right before four, and writing my dream and rolling around on my bed, I felt compelled to get up and send an email because there are so many times that we’re on the same wavelength with these kinds of things—dreams, perceptions, déjà vu’ are braided too and I felt it quite possible you two were up and about, tightrope walking on the same airwaved hairs.

I saw the time stamp, Hotmail sent out, 4:44 a.m.

It was the day before I was turning 44 that we met at Kala downtown, two poets, John Sibley Williams and another short man was reading as poorly, but I can’t remember his name? I wore an emerald colored blouse, black skirt and matching pumps. You were coming then from her LA, the pink laced, cold hotel dates, she showing me all night the magazine cut-out’s of her parents puzzled together with half animal heads, her tears rolling and her back heaving and I cried with her and then her own small, sweet self, a tiny child patched up to an animal too.

Karyl to Kala to Kimberly, the tri of your equations.

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