Here

In these Redwoods

The wind can’t blow

Just kind of stops outside of camp- dumb

I moved away now and

Am uncareful

to not

Isolate

And stay more with animals am an animal

I think things

About people and

Make judgments and don’t care if I do

I think things like

This politically correct thinking you do

Stops

You from saying what you are saying

A bore

To me really and I have become a razor

Lily taught me to not be too precious in my practice

As herbalist, writer or caregiver to the cancer husband who eats

Truckloads of sugar

I will let you die

If that’s what you choose

I simply ran out of time

And energy to

Tell you

Over and over and over again

To wake the fuck up